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[nana-au]

could you write an inumaki smut where reader asks him to use his cursed speech on her>.< BTW I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH ITS SO GOOOOD

haii anon, ur wish is my command! i hope you like the direction i took with this! it starts out dramatic, but i thought it would be fun to have a backstory. sorry if it made it too long tho ;( thank you so much for the request and the compliment! all luv ♡♡♡

𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃

Toge Inumaki ♡

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: you survive an attack by a curse all thanks to your boyfriend, toge, but for some reason you can’t stop thinking about what else his cursed technique might be able to do. 

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: graphic violence, minor character death, angst/hurt/comfort, wet dream, f!receiving oral, f!masturbation, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, stomach bulging, hitting your cervix, creampie

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: toge is aged up to a young adult (around 20-24) with an established relationship to reader. toge communicates with reader via sign language. i’m a little hesitant to tag this as dom! toge but he gets pretty rough in this. also i gave him a long dick... lol. 

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 5.9k+

MDNI

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

Somehow, someway, you had gone your entire relationship with Toge having never experienced the other part of his life. The part he so desperately shielded you from, only ever vaguely explaining his line of work. The day that all changed, you couldn’t fathom the way things used to be. How you used to leave your house without a second thought and how you weren’t sick with concern when Toge was called away with work.

You remember it like it was yesterday. 

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“You want?” he signed to you, eyes crinkling in a smile. Your cheeks flushed realizing you had stopped in the middle of the street to stare inside an arcade. You couldn’t help it when you saw a claw machine from where you two were walking. Your favorite Sanrio character sat pretty inside the glass and Toge, being your doting boyfriend, made it his mission to win it for you. 

You two worked together to edge it closer and closer to the shallow drop built into the machine, but it sure wasn’t turning out to be an easy task. You patted him on the back, telling him it was okay if he couldn’t get it – that you loved him regardless for trying so hard. But you should have known better than to say that. He wasn’t going to stop until he had that stuffed animal in your arms, no matter how thin his wallet was starting to feel. Under his thick scarf his tongue stuck out in concentration, studying all sides of the machine before letting the arm down again. It latched, and you two stood still holding your breaths. The claw made its way over to the slot, weakly holding onto the tag of the plushie, swinging it side to side. The both of you leaned impossibly close, not believing what was in front of your eyes. The stuffed animal inched over the plastic edge, putting up resistance and shaking the claw. You gasped, eyes wide as you willed the claw to maintain its strength. Just as it made it over the edge, the claw released and the soft body of your new friend hit the bottom of the slot. You didn’t even have a moment to celebrate when the ground shook violently, screams piercing the air. Your head whipped towards the street, watching as people ran down the street frantically shoving each other while trying to get away from something you couldn’t see. It was mere seconds that you went from standing in front of the claw machine to feeling Inumaki’s strong hands pulling you into him. You met his wild eyes and if you weren’t terrified before, seeing the flash of fear in his face was enough to make your entire body shake. Being a regular human you were completely blind and deaf to the curse just a few yards up the street, screeching and gurgling as it tore through the crowd but from the look on his face you knew. You were terrified, and so was he. 

He didn’t find it pertinent to explain in the moment but he had dealt with curses his entire life; he couldn’t feel fear in the face of even the strongest curse at this point, but the knowledge that you were so close to danger had bile burning the walls of his throat. He wasted almost no time dragging you to the back of the arcade and into the ‘employee’s only’ supply closet. If he wasn’t deeply opposed to using his cursed technique on the people he loved he would have commanded you to sit and stay until he came back for you. Instead he signed it, pleading with his eyes for you to listen. You nodded and he squeezed your hand before kissing your forehead. His silent promise he would be back soon. 

When soon came and went you began to get antsy. A couple of patrons and employees hid along with you, all of you huddled together in fear as chaos tore through the commercial district. You didn’t dare consider coming out of hiding without Toge’s say-so, and you didn’t for quite some time. But time kept passing with no sign of him or the curse. Not that you could hear it anyways. You held your breath in anticipation, ears focused for any sign of danger. That was when you heard a voice. First it was a couple of faint whimpers that soon turned into desperate screams. The people hidden with you kept still, not daring to find the source of the sound. At first you ignored it, wanting to obey your boyfriend’s simple command meant to keep you safe – but it became too much for you. From her voice alone you could hear how much pain she was in and that being the only noise you heard in a while, it lulled you into a sense of security. Against your better judgment and against what Toge wanted, you got up, softly opening the door of the stuffy closet you were hidden in before crouching cautiously through the arcade. As you got closer to the street you began to shake again. The streets were almost unrecognizable. The decorations you saw not even an hour ago were strewn across the pavement, along with merchandise from various stores and trampled food from the vendors that lined the strip. You even noted how some buildings' entire structures were missing, leaving jagged craters where the pieces of stone once resided.  You let out a huff, remembering why you came out in the first place, finally stepping out of the doorless entryway. You peered your head, trying to find the woman you were looking for, struggling to see anyone amongst the ruined street. 

It took you a moment, but the sounds of her struggle got louder and louder until you noticed a hand peeking out from some rubble. You got on your knees immediately, clearing the debris around you until her face came into view. 

“Oh thank god!” she cried out, relieved to see another human being. “Help me please! I’m stuck,” at her words you began to realize her figure was pinned beneath a large chunk of stone, just barely propped up by another equally large slab, keeping her torso from being completely flattened.

“It looks really heavy,” you responded, barely above a whisper, your nerves still on high alert. “I’ll try my best,” you promised her, not wanting to show how doomed the situation looked from your perspective. You weighed out the option of sitting with her while you waited for help. You don’t think you could live with yourself if you ended up seriously injuring her, but you didn’t want to just give up without trying. You got to work, bracing yourself before using all of your strength against the slab that currently kept her pinned to the ground. You struggled to get the chunk to even budge, a drop of sweat falling from your hairline. The woman began wailing from the realization that your attempt was futile, panic overwhelming her again.

“You can’t get it? Oh god… I’m gonna die here!” her words tore through the air and you leaned in close, trying to shush her.

“I’m trying my best!” you pleaded with her, “please ma’am,” you begged, still scared to speak too loudly. She couldn’t hear you under the loud noises of her own terror, her screeches echoing in the street. Your throat grew dry, desperately trying to plead with the woman to keep her voice down. “Please we have to be quiet,” you begged, tempted to cover her mouth with your palm to keep her voice down. Fat tears dropped on the pavement, her shrill cries only getting louder. “Pleas-” your final plea was interrupted by a wave of hot fluid covering your face. You barely closed your eyes in time before you were covered in the blood of the woman in front of you. Upon realizing the horror of what happened, you saw the creature in front of you; its muscular form shook from the force of its laugh, admiring what it had done. And what it did was jump on the stone, bringing it down onto her body and forcefully crushing her, causing a spray of her blood and guts to cover you and the surrounding area. Staring up at the ugly, bulging figure in front of you, you realized this is what a curse is. Its skin was an unnatural blue. Its eyes – no, single eye, was swollen; covering half of its face. Could you even consider that a face? 

It was a creature that had to have been dredged up from the pits of hell and you shuddered at the realization your boyfriend saw this and worse on a daily basis. Tears welled up in your eyes. You were proud and grateful and terrified and about twelve other emotions as you considered the fact your boyfriend did everything he could to keep people like you from ever having to see a face that ugly. 

Your vision became unfocused, your entire body frozen in fear as the hideous thing in front of you giggled to itself, blathering complete gibberish while its long arm reached out to you. You would have never assumed yourself to be one to freeze in a near death situation, but you did.

(Looking back you wonder if your body had accepted its fate before your brain did). 

You began to understand that you weren’t going to be one of those innocent people Toge saved. The thought of it tore you from the inside, but it wasn’t enough to get your body to cooperate with your racing mind. You were going to die. Brutally and forcefully – and Toge was going to hate himself forever for it.   

The curse’s hand covered your throat, its meaty hand squeezing your delicate neck before its movement was cut off abruptly by a booming, “EXPLODE!”

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That night Toge cried as he cleaned the blood and goo from your figure. His sobs were almost devoid of sound and you weren’t in any state to register the tears that fell from his eyes; but he was as he scrubbed the gore from you. You were in complete shock after the events, hardly registering the warm bath water or the rough washcloth he held in his hand, swiping over the skin of your forehead for the hundredth time. Like he was desperately trying to remove the memory of what occurred from your mind.

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

A month passed by and arguing became your new norm with Inumaki. Every time his phone rang indicating a new curse needed to be exercised, (and that happened often), you two went to war; with you begging him to get a new job, and him, insisting that was not an option for him. Your conclusion from the event was that you didn’t ever want him in a position as deadly as facing a curse again. While his conclusion from that day was there were so many yous out there that needed his protection. People were unknowingly counting on him to bring their loved ones home safe. He didn’t want anyone to experience what he almost had. It was pertinent that he save as many people as he could from the grief of losing someone so important.

You just didn’t understand why it had to be your boyfriend doing the saving. It was a selfish thought, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel guilty for thinking it.

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More months went by and the hurricane that was once your relationship had calmed again, and things were as normal as both of you could manage after that day. You two shared snacks while you played Mario Party, laughing together as you both tried your hardest to screw the other one over. Usually to the detriment of each other. After the third game you both managed to lose to the NPCs, silence washed over your living room. Neither of you wanted to acknowledge the fact that silences were no longer comfortable in your relationship.

“You ok?” he signed to you, his brows furrowing, indicating he wanted more than a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. 

You take a shaky breath, “I just can’t get it out of my mind..” you begin to trail off and he roughly shakes his head, like he was trying to rid the thought from his own brain. He hated talking about what happened, that being part of the reason silences just didn’t feel the same anymore because you just couldn’t not talk about it. He didn’t expect you to be okay already, but he also wasn’t okay. You two were on opposite sides of the spectrum. You needed the emotional release words brought but he started to suffocate the second those words were out in the air.

You ignore his nonverbal cues to stop, bulldozing through them. “No, Toge, I need to talk about it,” he is still begging you with his eyes to stop but you don’t acknowledge it. “Toge, I’m scared to leave the house!” you don’t realize how loud you are until his usual silence contrasts with your voice. You embrace your negative emotions, only getting louder, “I’m more scared watching you leave!” 

“No. Don’t. I’m fine,” his eyes plead with you. You already know you have no reason to fear his safety, especially when compared to yours but your irrational anxiety doesn’t care.

“I’m scared you will leave one day and never come back,” and after you say that your bottom lip begins to quiver and your tears pool at the bottom of your eyes and he’s quick to pull you into his lap; stroking your hair and planting kisses on your temple. He desperately wants to tell you not to worry about him, but it’s hypocritical because he hasn’t let you so much as walk down the block without him. He can’t find the words to comfort you and he’s stuck with nothing else to do but hold you in his arms and wipe your tears as they fall. He pulls back from your embrace to look into your eyes. His eyebrows are drawn up in concern for you, his eyes locking onto yours. Even as you drown in your sadness you can’t help but smile meekly at your boyfriend. You love how expressive his face is and the fact you don’t even need sign language to know what he is thinking and feeling. His sharp jaw is clenched, mouth twitching as he focuses on trying to read your own features. You think what you love even more about his face being an open book is how handsome it is – and how you never want to go a day without seeing it. You lean in slowly, touching your lips to his softly and he responds by pulling you even closer, his palm flat on your upper back. He deepens it, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of your plush lips on his. And he’s not the only one thinking about how he never wants to go a day without your beautiful face.

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To say your sex life suffered after that incident would be an understatement. You couldn’t find it in you to even consider something as trivial as sex while you stewed in your emotional turmoil; but as more time passed and the more you recovered the more even the most simple of touches from your boyfriend drove you crazy. His bare knee bumping against yours on the couch as you two played video games together or his hand grazing yours while you two worked together to cook dinner in your kitchen – it all made you mad. You felt like a virgin all over again – it was becoming impossible to ignore the innocent things he did that drove you mad. The mere sight of him stretching, arms raised and mouth in a yawn, revealing the happy trail that sat between his defined v-line – it made you feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time. Even watching the way he ran his fingers through his hair, causing the light blonde tufts to stick up and frame his dreamy face in the morning was enough to spike a high grade fever in you.

It really should have been no surprise to you when you fell asleep one night, only to dream of his blonde tufts sticking out from between your thighs. His tongue languidly lapping at your folds, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“F-fuck Toge,” you whimper, his flat muscle pressing deliciously against your clit. Your body shudders from pleasure, thighs threatening to squeeze his head but his strong arms hold them against the bed. His hips rut into the mattress, trying to relieve his aching cock as he sucked your pleasurable little nub, reeling at the cute noises you were making. “God it feels so good,” you sigh, unable to keep your hips still as he continued his attack. You can’t help but grab your tits, squeezing them roughly in your small hands as you run your thumbs over your hardened nipples – tweaking and pulling at them to enhance your pleasure. You forgot Toge was watching you, too caught up in your own little world – so when your hands go back down to grab your sheets you’re shocked to hear his rough voice.

“Keep teasing your nipples,” he begs. Your head lifts from the bed to see the spit and arousal that drips from his chin, his eyes drinking you in. You only have a moment to feel the shock of hearing his voice – realizing you had only ever heard it that day and through your dream state you recognize you don’t have an option not to obey him, hands reaching for your chest again. He goes back to what he was doing, using his flat tongue to lick a stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit before flicking the tip of it lightly against your clit. You’re squeezing your nipples, shaking with amplified lust realizing he’s the reason why you’re hands glued to your chest, working yourself up along with his mouth.  “Answer me, does my tongue feel good?” and not a second passes before you tell him yes, your chest heaving and entrance clenching, never realizing how much you needed his voice while he’s making you feel this good. You’re still tweaking your nipples, body unconsciously waiting for him to tell you to stop and you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to be able to last when he asks you, “Does my good girl want me to tell her to come on my tongue?” your body alights with intoxicating arousal as you’re telling him yes. It comes out needy and more like a beg and his tongue between your folds becomes sloppy listening to you lose yourself to him. His lips form a seal around your nub, sucking harshly before going back to licking it, speeding up his movements. The entire time his eyes have not left yours but you were so lost in pleasure yours had begun to shut… and Inumaki thought that just won’t do. “Eyes on mine,” you barely have time to process his gruff voice before you obey him, opening your eyes to meet his, half lidded with lust. You bite your lower lip and he grunts into your sopping pussy, the vibration enough to make you want to roll your eyes back but they’re glued to his no matter what. 

“I want to grab your hair,” you beg him, hands still working your sensitive nipples, causing you to wince as each pinch reaches deeper and deeper into your core. He pulls away from your lips, taking a moment to kiss the inside of your thigh before giving you permission. 

“Go ahead, grab my hair,” your hand flies down to his head, fisting his blond locks and shoving his face into your pussy. He’s back to moaning into your plush lips at your needy actions, trying desperately to ease the pain from his hard on by massaging his hips against your soft mattress. Before long you’re shaking under his tongue and you were gonna come even without his command but dream Toge knew it was exactly what you needed. His lips detached from your sopping cunt, eyes droopy and chest heaving before he whispered, “Cum for me baby,” and your pleasure reached its peak. Fuck that. It reaches the peakest of peaks. You have never felt an orgasm as strong as you do right now. Your hips shake violently at his command, pleasure tearing its way through you, not leaving a single nerve untouched as you come hard. You’re practically crying, your dreamself not sure about the logistics of his technique, but it settles on you not being able to stop cumming unless he tells you to. 

You wake up in your own sticky mess, your core still alight from the intensity of your dream while you desperately try to catch your breath. 

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Thankfully you had woken up in bed alone, giving you ample time to clean up and throw the sheets in the wash. You spent your entire day off in a daze, doing your tasks on autopilot while being unable to stop thinking about the dream you had. You weren’t sure how you were going to be able to look Inumaki in the eyes once he got back from whatever mission he was called to while you slept – and you weren’t sure you would even be capable of ignoring the constant pulsing need once you finally saw his face. You would surely picture the one from your dream, eyes clouded with desire and mouth coated with your slick. You used your hand to fan yourself, your thoughts making you hot all over. 

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It didn’t take long before you found yourself back in the bed the two of you share. The sheets now fresh and warm as they embraced your naked figure. You found it impossible to ignore the promising call of relief once you finished making the bed – giving in and stripping off your clothes, crawling into his spot. You started slowly, teasing the soft skin of your stomach. Trailing your fingers lightly up and down your taut belly, your muscles stiff with excitement. Your nipples hardened from the cool air and you brought one hand up to rub the peak, remembering the contents of your dream – causing you to sigh listlessly. While your one hand focused on your pebbled nipple your other drifted lower and lower until it reached your soft folds, already damp with your arousal. Your middle digit dipped into your entrance, spreading your slick around and teasing the velvety skin. 

You took your time teasing your pussy, working yourself up and disappearing into your own world. 

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Inumaki wasn’t sure where you had gone when he came back home later that day, slick with perspiration and muscles aching from a hard day of work. He began stripping off his dirt-caked clothes before making it to the bathroom, taking off the remainder of his clothes and stepping into the shower, letting the hot water run down his body. He scrubbed the dirt and sweat from his skin quickly, eager to get out and find out where you went. It was unusual for you not to be in the living room waiting for him and ever since that incident it made him anxious to not know where you were at all times — but he trusted if you left the house you would have told him. You must be somewhere inside. 

It didn't take long for him to finish rinsing off the residual bubbles from his body before he grabbed his towel, quickly drying off and stepping out of the tub. He massaged the towel through his locks, shaking off the remaining water droplets hanging from his light blond strands before tying the towel around his waist. Without much thought, he decided to check your shared bedroom first. 

He walked down the hall to the door of your shared bedroom, pushing open the cracked door before stopping dead in his tracks – mouth agape at the sight in front of him: Your naked body was splayed out on the plush covers of your bed, eyes closed, and eyebrows drawn up in concentration – fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. His mouth grew dry while he watched you touch yourself – still unaware of his presence. “Toge,” you whimpered out, “Want you to tell me to, mmm-!” your finger curled, grazing against the spongy spot of your pussy, “-tell me to play with my tits again,” you cry out. He almost chokes on air listening to your words, dick tenting in the towel around his waist. His mind races, trying to fathom what you had just said – struggling to focus through the sounds of your wet pussy filling the room.

“Do you really want me to say that?” he said aloud, his throat constricting from the unfamiliar feeling of using his voice around you. He had only ever communicated with you through sign language – far too scared to accidentally hurt you with his cursed technique. But here you were, squirming on the bed while you touched yourself to the thought of him telling you what to do – and it had been so long since he last got to feel your plush walls squeeze around his cock…

Your body jumped in surprise but you didn’t have the chance to do anything other than respond honestly to him, an urgent ‘yes’ quickly leaving your lips. “Toge, I didn’t realize you were home-” you start to explain yourself, embarrassed he caught you as you were wrapped up in your fantasy. You sit up, leaning against your elbows but he stops you by climbing onto the bed  – pinning your body between his two arms. 

He tries to consider everything he should say to you. If he was in any better of a state he would have stopped what was happening to talk about why it was so important for him to keep his mouth shut. It was pertinent he protected you from himself. As a regular human you had no clue what kind of responsibility he held with his cursed technique. He made a promise to himself that he would never talk outside of his missions. He was too scared to ever hurt someone – or to tell them to do something they couldn’t help but obey by the power of his words alone. It was important for you to realize this; it was also important for him to stop the filthy thoughts swirling around his own mind that made his dick twitch from under the towel. Guilt swirled in his stomach as he pictured exactly what he wanted to say to you – to make you do. If he was in any better of a state the guilt wouldn’t have been clouded by the intoxicating feeling of his need, telling him to do whatever it took to have you. 

“Do you really want me to?” he says aloud again, giving you one more chance to think about it before he could no longer hold himself back. Your ‘yes’ was only louder this time, eyes pleading as you shook with anticipation. “Take my towel off,” he says, throat bobbing as he watched you immediately do as you were told. He shuddered at the cool air as it hit his wet tip, precum dripping down the long shaft. He contemplated his next words, debating if he should have you take his cock in your mouth or if he should skip to his favorite part. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, and you had no choice but to obey. It was disgusting how much he was starting to enjoy this, your eyes lidded with want as you did what you were told. You would have done anything he asked even without his cursed technique – he knew this. That’s why while he felt guilty it wasn’t going to stop him from sticking two fingers into your mouth, massaging your tongue. “Suck my fingers, baby,” your mouth closed on his digits, sucking sweetly on his fingers while he continued to wiggle them around. His fingers began reaching deeper into your mouth – almost touching your throat causing you to gag a little. Regardless, you were still sucking on them with all you had and his hips bucked at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers. But with how sensitive he currently was he knew he wasn’t going to last very long – and your mouth wasn’t the place he wanted to cum in. His eyes wandered down to your cunt, lips slick with your arousal from when you had finger fucked yourself earlier – the skin a little red from your needy actions. Without much thought, he began to stroke his long cock with the hand that wasn’t currently in your mouth, his want growing watching you squirm. He took his fingers from your mouth, moving them down to your left nipple and massaging the bud between his two wet digits. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, not sure how much longer he could stand stroking himself to the sight of your naked body without slipping into your wet folds. 

“God yes,” you cried, trying desperately to relieve yourself by grinding against nothing. His hand came down to your hip, using his other to line his cock up to your entrance. He dragged the tip against your folds, spreading your juices around the head of his cock before plunging in. You were incredibly tight even from your warm up, having not taken his length in months. He tried his best to stay still, letting you adjust to the burning stretch but you were so wet and so so so warm, it was hard for him to not bully his way in – he shook from the sheer idea of forcing you to take him as he wanted you to. His eyes were glued to his cock as half of him was buried in your folds, swallowing thickly as he pushed in more and more of himself. You hiccupped, slapping his forearm as a warning that it hurt and he stopped. His eyes met yours and they were just like your dream. Lidded in desire and mouth wet – now from his own spit from constantly licking his lips as he imagined himself tasting you. He hated having to rush things – wanting to do so much more with you but the thought of your pussy twitching on his tongue alone was enough to make him want to bust right then and there. He was swallowing roughly again, concentrating on the task at hand, pushing even deeper inside you. You just about took all of him, but you stopped him yet again and he snapped. Your pussy was sucking him in! Your pretty cunt wanted all of him and who was he to not give her what she wanted? “Take my cock,” he spoke, voice gruff and commanding. He slid the rest of the way in and you didn’t so much as blink, allowing him to fill you up. 

“Too big Toge-” you whined, his tip pushing up against the base of your stomach causing you to squirm. His hand came down to feel himself inside you, pushing gently against the bulge.

“D’you feel how deep I am?”

“Yes-” you gasped, “You’re deep! Soo deep,” and he was impossibly deep. He didn’t acknowledge your words, head thrown back and mouth hung open as he started to move – dragging his length slowly out before bullying it back inside. Your ribbed walls squeezed his dick, encouraging him to continue his slow assault. 

“Rub your clit f’me,” he choked out, wanting you to get yourself to open up more. To let him in just a little deeper. He knew you could. 

You had no choice but to reach for your clit, feeling just below it how his cock was stretching your entrance wide open. You rubbed slow circles on it, gasping at the overwhelming feeling causing your walls to constrict against him. His arms came down to hold your thighs against the bed, wanting to get a good angle of his cock as it disappeared over and over again inside of you. He was in his own world at this point, savoring the way your cunt gripped his cock as you cried out from the stretch. He knew he could manage to go even deeper – if only he had you on your stomach. He pulled out suddenly, flipping you around and pushing your head into the pillows. His strong hands angled your hips upwards towards his own. His right arm slithered up your back before reaching the center, “Arch your back, baby…” you obey him and he’s squeezing your waist, “Good girl. So pretty when you do what you’re told,” he praises you. He’s lining his cock up again, pushing himself in deep without giving you a second to process it. Your soft cries were muffled by the pillows as he had his way with you; pussy being pounded from behind, his balls slapping against your clit as his nails dug into you. “Fuck,” he cursed, dragging out the syllables as the wet sounds of your pussy echoed off the bedroom walls. His thumb began to massage your sides where he held you, forgetting he could use his voice – becoming so pussy drunk he went back to his old way of letting you know he was about to cum. You started to squirm again, prepared to take his hot load while not far off from your own release. You could tell he was getting closer and closer. He began to whimper and his cock couldn’t help its occasional twitch as it pounded over and over again into your cervix. “C-cum with me, please,” he begged, unknowingly forcing you over the edge. He was far too lost to realize what he had done but it didn’t matter at that point as you two reached your peaks together. His cum coated your walls – rope after rope shooting into you, his cock pushing it deeper and deeper as he fucked you through your peak. You had a similarly blinding orgasm from your dream, squirming and bucking your hips, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cried out into the pillow. Your pussy clamped down hard on him, squeezing and releasing as you had no choice but to experience the best climax of your life. He leaned over your figure, brushing your hair off your back as he kissed your neck, your slick and his cum slipping out as his cock began to soften inside of you. You were still whining, unable to stop the intensity at which you were cumming. His hands ran soothing patterns on your back as you completely collapsed into the bed – twitching against the sheets until you finally felt it subsiding. Slowly but surely you came down, your chest heaving as Toge peppered you with kisses. 

“That was okay. Right?” He asked you in sign language – going back to his preferred method of communication with you. You nodded, a smile working itself onto your face as you began to giggle. 

“That was … incredible,” his eyes scrunched up, chuckling along with you, pulling you into his naked chest and holding you tight to him. 

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

It had been a long road before things had gone back to normal with Inumaki. Even so – not everything was the way it used to be, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You two learned a lot from the aftermath of that day; including just how powerful his words could be. 

[sunflowerhyun]

how he sees me | hwang hyunjin | part three

ᝰ summary: “Do you love me?” she asked.

In his hesitation, she found her answer.

OR, alternatively, Hyunjin is a little bit of an asshole and Y/N just misses him.

ᝰ pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

ᝰ genre: ex-childhood-friends-to-lovers, punk!hyunjin au

ᝰ warnings: cursing, references to past situations (in italics), alcohol consumption, angst, themes of jealousy (from both parties), mentions of body insecurity, mentions of death and grieving

ᝰ wc: 6-8k ish ?

ᝰ a/n: part three in da books, hope you all like it ! also, gif is not mine — all creds to the owner !

ᝰ reference the masterlist here.

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Y/N has only experienced the true feeling of rage twice in her life.

The first time was when her grandma passed away when she was only 16 years old. Her grandma was her best friend, (Hyunjin was a close second—he knew he couldn’t compare), and Y/N talked to her the same way she talked to him. Whenever she wasn’t spending time at Hyunjin’s house, they were always at her grandmas. She treated Hyunjin like he was family, and he treated her as his own nana. She would make them breakfast most mornings, (scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, and chocolate chip pancakes—that was always Hyunjin’s request), let them have sleepovers in her basement that was either always way too hot or way too cold, let them swim in her pool every summer, (where they mainly played mermaids, despite Hyunjin’s request), and sit at her kitchen table to stay up to date on the latest gossip at school while they sipped on mocktails (so they could fit the vibe more while nana had a glass of wine, listening in and chiming in). In a way, her nana was their third pea in the pod, and her nana was the only one that knew of her feelings towards Hyunjin.

Y/N’s sophomore year was tough. Breast cancer hit her nana harder than they thought it would, and by the time it was identified, it was simply too late. So when the doctors gave Y/N’s family the decision to let her die in a hospital bed or die in the comfort of her home, of course they picked the latter. When she was finished with school, she would come straight to her nana’s to take care of her, to tend to her needs. Hyunjin would come with her, would sing to her nana per her request. She always told Hyunjin he had a lovely voice, (“Such a lovely voice for such a lovely boy. You will go far in life, my dear,”), and he always sang I Can’t Help Falling in Love with You, as that was her favorite song and Elvis was her favorite artist. He would hold her hand, singing to her, but always found himself looking back to Y/N.

She passed away after a long two years in the comfort of her bed, surrounded by people she loved.

Grief hit her hard, but rage hit her even harder. She was angry at cancer, angry at the doctors who couldn’t just fix her, angry at God for not listening to her prayers. The feeling consumed her for months, had changed her attitude completely—but Hyunjin stayed with her, and he laid with her, and he was patient with her until she had finally grown to accept it.

The second time she experienced the feeling of rage was right now.

She hadn’t felt it in so long she almost forgot what it felt like. As soon as she laid eyes on a tall, skinny, fit woman with blonde hair that elegantly flowed down her shoulders, face perfectly caked with make-up and designer clothes covering her from head to toe, multiple feelings hit her at once.

The first was insecurity—which was a given. The woman was simply everything Y/N was not, the complete opposite of her, and she was gorgeous. She felt out of place sitting on the couch in her outfit she bought from a local thrift store, and suddenly had the urge to cover up her stomach that was now slightly peaking out from her sitting down. So she did just that, pulling her shirt together so it covered her. Only then did she realize her thighs were now ten times bigger now that she was also sitting down, and she shifted away from Hyunjin, his hands falling down to his own.

The second feeling she felt was jealousy. The woman was obviously beautiful, obviously had money, obviously well-respected from the way she carried herself, and Y/N was full of envy. Not particularly at all of those reasons, but because she was able to catch Hyunjin’s attention. She was able to hold him, to kiss on him, to be with him, and Y/N just wasn’t. And that’s when the rage peeked through. It built up slowly, but it quickly consumed her, just as it did years ago.

She stood up so fast it almost gave her whiplash, not even sparring Hyunjin another glance, shoving her way past the woman who had very loudly and obnoxiously called her a bitch as she did so. She couldn’t blame her for it, she had quite literally shoved past her so hard that she had stumbled a bit, but Y/N couldn’t help it. She was embarrassed, disappointed in herself, and livid—and she just wanted to get the hell out of there.

It wasn’t until she had stepped outside the trailer, the sun beating down on her face and the heat crawling its way back on her skin, that she heard someone yell her name. It was frantic, desperate.

She ignored it, feet stomping in front of her in the grass as she sped-walked further away, a hand suddenly gripping her wrist, softly pulling her back. “Y/N, stop! Please.” The voice was heard again, even more desperate than before, cracking slightly at the end. She shoved his hand off of her, not daring to turn around and face him because she knew she would cave in again, and she just can’t.

He let her go, but the footsteps followed, eventually making themselves prominent in front of her as they forced her to come to a stop. She still didn’t look at him.

“Y/N,” He panted out like he was out of breath, eyes pleading, voice scratchy, “Y/N, please just… can you just—“

“Fuck you, Hyunjin,” She let out sharply, slowly, “Just stop. You’ve obviously got more important things to do than to be chasing after me like this and bringing attention to yourself.”

She still didn’t look at him. His breaths became more faint. “Good luck with performing. I hope it makes you happy. I hope she makes you happy.”

She turned away then. He didn’t try to stop her.

——>

The walk back to Felix and Minho didn’t take as long as she thought it would. Blame it completely on the fact that she was beyond pissed at anything and everything in the world, walking so fast and shoving through literally everyone she walked past. It was actually quite easy finding them because of that when normally she would be a little timid and definitely more polite when it came to getting through large crowds. When she spotted Felix and Minho standing near the B stage, cheering and jumping up and down from a band that was currently performing, her feet carried her even faster over there.

“Heeeeey, bub,” Felix slurred out once she came into view, face slightly flushed from all the alcohol he has consumed and from the UV index being a whole 10 the entire day. He must have not worn any sunscreen. “We’ve missed yoooou! This festival is lit, forreal. I don’t know why we have never come to one of these things before.” His smile was so wide, teeth shining from the sunlight, cheeks red and freckles lathering his face. He looked so happy, so carefree. Y/N envied it.

He pulled her into a hug then, the sweat pooling off of him soaking its way onto her shirt, and she hugged him back despite the lingering feeling of annoyance she had. For a second, she imagined it was Hyunjin she was hugging, and bliss overcame her. But then, blonde hair and red lips came into her view, and she quickly shoved him off of her. Felix didn’t seem to notice the gesture, still looking at her with a giant smile plastered on his face, beer bottle dangling in his hands. He swayed a bit, bringing the bottle up to his lips, holding out his free hand towards her, wiggling his fingers. Y/N simply did not want to be touched anymore than she already had, so she stepped forward, pretending she didn’t see him.

“What, you don’t wanna hold my hand?” Felix asked with a slight pout. Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching down at the bucket of beers at their feet and pulling one out. She ignored him, popping the cap and taking a large gulp, immediately gagging and coughing right after. She felt a hand patting her back, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a grimace on her face.

“You don’t even like beer,” Minho spoke out as if she didn’t already know that.

“I don’t. But I lost my mango margarita, so this will have to do.”

“How did you manage to lose your margarita?”

“Just lost it going to the bathroom.” She mumbled back, taking another god-forsaken sip of the beer. Minho let out a hum in response, like he didn’t exactly believe her. Y/N could feel his stare on her, choosing to ignore it and not say anything back.

“Oh, Y/N,” Felix’s voice spoke rather loudly, giving her arm a little tug. She looked over at him, seeing a woman now standing beside him. “This is Dani. I met her earlier today. Wanted you two to meet!”

Dani was also gorgeous, hair up into a high ponytail, legs long and tan, shorts hugging her hips just right. Y/N could see that she was also fit and she immediately frowned, because why can’t she look like that?

“Hi!” Dani grinned, and Felix immediately let out a fit of giggles. He leaned his body into her and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her hands around him. “I’ve heard so much about you the entire day. I’m Dani, but you already know that.”

Her smile was so genuine, eyes sparkling at the sight of Felix who was still giggling like a love-struck maniac. “I think he might’ve had a little too much to drink.”

Y/N’s eyes followed the direction of Dani’s hands delicately wrapped around his waist, the way her body just naturally leaned into him, her cheeks red and eyes glistening in amusement. She took in a breath before replying, “Yeah. Looks like you’ve got it under control though.”

She was happy for him—really, she was. Felix deserved to find someone who would look at him like that. It was even better that she didn’t look like she just wanted to sleep with him and be done with it. She genuinely looked like a nice girl with good intentions. So of course, Y/N was happy for him. She just wasn’t happy.

Dani smiled at her in reply, her attention on Y/N then falling onto Felix as he began whispering something in her ear, a fit full of giggles coming out of the both of them. Y/N turned away from them, eyes focusing on the band currently performing, putting the beer bottle up to her lips.

“They’ll be coming on soon,” Minho spoke up, bumping his shoulder with Y/N’s. She didn’t need to ask who they were, stomach feeling a little queasy at the mention of them. She let out a small hum in response. “They’ll also have a little longer stage time than the others. It can get pretty intense, especially with their fans around us. Just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Thanks, but it’s all good.” She responded with a curt nod of her head.

She could feel Minho looking at her again, could hear Felix and Dani beside her laughing, could see the mass of people dancing to the music that was currently playing. The sun was starting to go down, the sweat drying on her back, and she took in a breath, taking another sip of the beer.

——>

The stars were out.

Y/N was four beers in, feeling a little fuzzy but nothing like a couple nights ago, swaying to the music that was playing over the speakers. Another band had just finished performing and now it was a brief intermission before the last band of the night came on to end the night. Y/N knew who this band would be, had been dreadfully yet excitingly expecting it for hours. The feeling in her stomach was getting stronger each second that passed, hands slightly shaking in anticipation of the next few minutes, and yet the only thing she could seem to think of was that the stars were out.

There wasn’t too many of them, just a couple scattered across the night sky. She noticed that the brightest one seemed to be towards her right, directly over the stage, and she began to count them one by one as another memory took over her mind.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked, plopping down beside Hyunjin who was currently sat on the bench, bookbag lying on his lap. His body was slouched down, head against the top of the back of the bench, seemingly mumbling to himself. He didn’t answer her, continuing to mumble to himself, eyes focused on the stars lining the sky in front of them.

“Hello?” She tried again, snapping her fingers in front of his face, placing her down bookbag beside her on the bench. Hyunjin quickly swat her hand away, and she let out a little giggle at the now annoyed look on his face. She asked her question again, copying his position on the bench and scooting closer to him.

“Counting stars,” He grumbled back, continuing to list off what she now recognized as numbers. She didn’t say anything back, glancing up at the sky.

The sound of the double-doors opening and voices were heard behind them, Y/N assuming it was the rest of Hyunjin’s teammates who were making their way outside the school to get in their cars and head home. Hyunjin had a late practice today, so Y/N was stuck doing homework while she waited on him for two and a half hours since he was her ride home. She didn’t mind it, though.

“28!” He shouted, and Y/N jumped slightly, “28 stars! At least that’s what I can see in front of me.”

Y/N hummed in response, letting out a yawn, rubbing her eyes gently. Hyunjin turned his head to face her, “You’re tired already? You’ve barely done anything today. You must have gotten tired watching me do all that running on the field.”

Y/N hit him lightly on the shoulder in reply, mumbling at him to shut up, and he let out a soft chuckle in reply. The sound of car doors slamming shut and engines starting up were suddenly heard, and Y/N glanced up to see that everyone was starting to head home. She looked back over to Hyunjin. He was already looking back at the sky.

“Infinity,” He spoke out in a soft tone, voice carrying through the soft breeze. Y/N looked at him in confusion. “You know how long it would take to actually count the stars? Infinity. That’s what’s so interesting about it. You think you’ve counted them all, think you’ve finally got it down, but then another one pops up and then you’re counting again. Just a never ending cycle. You’ll never get it right, no matter how much you want to.”

His hair was held back with a headband, softly moving from the wind, posture relaxed, eyes soft and showing a bit of exhaustion. The words sat for a minute, then as if he broke out of a trance, he turned towards her, “Sorry. I know you’re ready to go home. We can go now.”

He moved his hand to dig into the pocket on his shorts to retrieve his keys, but Y/N stopped him, gently placing her hand on top of his. He looked at her, curling up into a little ball as she scooted even closer to him, hands wrapping around his arm.

“It’s okay. We can stay a little bit longer.”

A shrill of screams suddenly broke her out of her little trance, the crowd seeming to go completely wild as the lights turned off. It was dark, the screams growing even more intense as a guitar riff began playing over the speakers. The beat then changed to an upbeat R&B sound, strobe lights flashing in red colors as a video of each of the members began playing on the big screen, ending with Hyunjin. He was posing for the camera, a white tank top on with tight leather pants, long hair slicked back. She felt her heart begin to race when the video cut off and it went black again.

It wasn’t long before the music started up again, the lights immediately coming back on, the beginning of a song starting. Screams began to ring through her ears, more intense than before, and she stumbled a little as she felt someone knock into her backside, Minho being quick to steady her and shoot a glare at whoever it was behind them. She had stumbled again, Minho now shouting at the swarm of people behind them, but Y/N didn’t pay attention to that. How could she, when Hyunjin was now visible on the stage, the lights twinkling behind him so elegantly.

He was dressed in a red silk cardigan with a black tank top underneath, black leather pants framing his legs so perfectly. Half of his hair was tied back into a bun making his facial features more prominent, making his eyes even more darker than they already were. Y/N could tell by the way he was carrying himself on the stage that something was off. Chan and Han were yelling at the crowd, running down the walk-way while playing their guitars, the crowd going crazy. Changbin was standing up behind the drums twirling the drumsticks in his hands, a smirk on his face. And Hyunjin was standing in the center, seemingly frozen in place.

It wasn’t until Changbin hit the drums that seemed to bring him out of his little trance as he began prancing down the stairs to stand in front of his mic. He grabbed it with both of his hands, closing his eyes as he began to sing the beginning of the song.

Time stopped.

Suddenly, Y/N couldn’t see the swarm of people standing around her. She couldn’t feel them knocking into her back, couldn’t hear their voices that were overpowering the song. Everything was a blur, a simple fragment of her imagination—everything was a blur, except for him.

Y/N always knew Hyunjin could sing. He had that ability to perfect everything he did, so of course it was no surprise when she heard him for the first time.

The first time she heard him was when they were both fifteen, in their freshman year of high school. Y/N had just gotten dropped off at his house, had made her way up the stairs and towards his bedroom, when she heard him. He was in the shower, the bathroom door cracked open slightly, singing the words to She Will Be Loved. She found herself walking closer to the door, heart pounding in her chest, hand opening the door a little bit wider to hear him better. He had stopped, then, calling out her name. She stumbled back, a string of apologies coming out of her mouth.

“You wanna see me naked or something?” He had said to tease her.

“No, you idiot! I was trying to hear you sing.”

She remembered how his grin dropped so suddenly, so uneasily—the droplets of his wet hair falling down, soaking his t-shirt. He looked as if he was experiencing an inner turmoil, eyes looking everywhere but at her, cheeks pink in slight embarrassment.

“It’s beautiful,” She whispered out. He looked back at her. “You’re beautiful, Jinnie.”

Y/N always knew Hyunjin could sing, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

It had started off soft, smooth, sweet—just like honey. Then it began to progress into something entirely foreign, entirely compelling. His voice got louder, more intense, and then he was belting out lyrics in a way Y/N had never experienced before. And as he stood there, expressing himself in a light Y/N had never seen him in, she felt it. All the years of friendship—the years of heartbreak, of self-acceptance, of discovery, of love—she felt it all, and she felt it hard. It was overpowering, hitting her all at once like a train crushing her body at full speed. Except it wasn’t a train, after all. It was Hyunjin.

It was always Hyunjin.

Suddenly, she felt a soft pressure on her hand. It knocked her out of her trance for a second as she glanced over, seeing that Minho had grabbed ahold of her hand. It was gentle, barely there at all, but she found herself smiling softly at the gesture, noting that he wasn’t exactly the type to show any form of affection. She didn’t realize a tear had fallen down her cheek until it reached her chin. He must have noticed sooner.

She held it back.

——>

“I can’t believe you didn’t go home with Lix and his new fling.”

Y/N looked at Minho, hands playing with the ends of her braids as she sat on the couch, mumbling out a small thanks as he handed her a cup of diet coke. “Did you just hear what came out of your mouth? Of course I’m not going home with them.”

“Yeah but I doubt you wanna be here either,” He replied, leg bumping against hers as he sat down beside her. He glanced at her, “You can go back to mine if you want. You really don’t have to be here. I can call a ride for you.”

She took a sip of the diet coke, wishing there was some rum in it, but not particularly in the mood to drink anymore tonight. “I’m fine. If I want to leave, I’ll leave, trust me.”

Minho didn’t look too convinced, (he never did), taking a sip of his beer before letting out a sigh. He was about to say something else when a chorus of screams flew through the room. She looked up, seeing that Chan, Han, Changbin, and a couple of other people were coming in the room. She tried to ignore the slight feeling of disappointment she felt when she didn’t see Hyunjin.

Minho immediately stood up, heading straight towards Chan and the other guys. Y/N could hear him telling him how sick they sounded, how awesome they looked on stage. Y/N could not agree more—they were definitely the highlight of the entire festival. She understood now why the crowd was so hype and why so many people were swooning over them. They were all great looking guys, could all play instruments and sing exceptionally well, could all carry a rhythm when they moved. So really, it was no surprise that they were successful.

A call of her name broke her out of her thoughts and she glanced up to see that Minho was waving her over. She quickly stood up, not wanting to be more rude than she already was, and made her way over towards them, Minho placing a hand over her back as he edged her closer.

“Y/N!” Chan grinned, wasting no time in pulling her into a quick hug, “I’m so glad you came! I hope you enjoyed yourself and we didn’t completely suck cause that would be really embarrassing otherwise.”

“Of course not,” She giggled in reply, “You guys were amazing, seriously. I’ve never been to a festival like this before but you guys stole the show, by far.”

“Don’t make me blush, now,” He teased, “But seriously, thanks for coming and supporting us. Means a lot. To all of us.”

Y/N’s smile loosened a little at his comment, feeling like there was a deeper meaning behind it, especially when seeing the sincerity and softness in Chan’s expression. Before she could say anything back, Chan had pat Minho on the back, flicking his head over towards the table full of food and drinks. “Want anything to eat? We’ve got an entire table full of whatever you can think of. Drinks, too. Get whatever you want.”

“I can go grab us a plate to share,” Y/N offered, seeing that the other guys and a couple of women were now making their way over to them. Her social anxiety was starting to brew, and she was a little hungry.

Minho nodded at her before beginning to engage with the other guys and Y/N took this as her cue to head to the food table. She politely greeted one of the waitresses who was standing behind the table before grabbing ahold of a plate, awkwardly making her way down the table in search of what they would want. Chan really wasn’t lying when he said there would be anything you could think of.

She was reaching for a couple of bacon wrapped jalapeños when a voice startled her.

“Hey,” The voice spoke, causing Y/N to jump a little as she whipped her head around, eyes widening slightly in surprise when seeing Han standing beside her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You’re fine,” She let out in reply, voice soft, timid. What was he doing here talking to her? Shouldn’t he be talking to everyone else?

He let out a sigh before grabbing a bacon wrapped jalapeño from the table, popping it in his mouth. It was silent for a couple seconds, the only sounds being from the distant chatter in the background and his light smacking. Y/N could practically feel the waitresses eyes boring holes into her, probably also wondering why he was making conversation with her.

She was adding a couple of veggies to the plate when he began to speak again. “So, uh—I felt like I needed to apologize. To you.”

Y/N could feel her hands starting to sweat. “You don’t—“

“Yes, I do,” He quickly cut her off, grabbing another popper. He let out another sigh. “Look, I didn’t mean to make such a scene earlier today. To be fair, I didn’t know what you looked like. Obviously I know who you are from Hyunjin, but he never showed me pictures or anything like that. He was always weird about it. I just know you guys have some history and all that and you mean a lot to the guy, so.”

Y/N could feel her ears start to ring, the sweat now becoming more prominent on her hands she felt like the plate would slip right out. Her mouth was starting to go dry, throat closing up, because what did he just say? Hyunjin talked about her?

“And that was just totally uncalled for, anyway. I mean, you falling and getting hurt and everything. I hope you didn’t get too hurt, by the way. Our bodyguards can be too much sometimes. Anyway, I just wanted to come up and formally apologize to you. I hope—“

It was as if one word was going through one ear and out the other, Y/N not able to comprehend anything else coming out of Han’s mouth. It was not that she didn’t appreciate his apology, or his now constant rambling, but the fact that Hyunjin had just walked in. And the same girl from earlier was with him.

The feeling of rage slowly started to creep back inside her seeing that she was perched so delicately on his arm. Her hands were manicured perfectly, fitting oh so perfectly wrapped around his arm. Y/N wondered for a second if he paid for them, if he treated her to a spa day frequently so she could always have them so pretty and soft. So pretty and soft for him.

Her smile was wide, teeth so white and straight, lips adorned with a sensual shade of red. Hyunjin always said he liked red lipstick on a girl, as red reminded him of roses, of intimacy, of love. Did he make her wear red all the time? Did he love the way her lips felt against his? Did he love her?

Of course he did—he had to.

And what makes the icing on the cake is the fact that she is exactly what she always pictured as his type. Fit, stylish, petite—she looked like someone you would see in a painting. She fit his aesthetic. She fit him.

And god—seeing her wrapped around him hurt. It hurt a lot.

She hated it.

“Nice, they have our favorites!” Minho let out excitingly, grabbing a popper from the plate she was still holding. She didn’t even realize he had made his way over here. He must have been here for a minute, as Han didn’t greet him, nodding his head in agreement, mouth full of poppers. “Did ya eat already?” He mumbled out.

“Yep,” She lied, not having much of an appetite at all now. She doesn’t think she could stomach anything right now.

“God, these are so good.” Minho groaned out after pulling her into his side, making conversation with Han. Y/N could feel her eyes boring holes into the woman who was now speaking with another group of women, laughing so loudly and so obnoxiously that she just wanted to go throw this plate of damned jalapeños on her Chanel dress.

Minho had leaned over her to grab a couple more, placing one in front of her lips in attempt to feed her, as he sometimes did with her and Felix. She didn’t really want to, but didn’t want to make Minho start asking if she was okay again, so she took a bite, pretending she liked it even though she didn’t want to.

Glancing back up, instead of her eyes locking back on the woman stuck up Hyunjin’s ass, she found her eyes locked on him. And he was already starring back.

Someone was talking to him, arm wrapped around his shoulders, but he didn’t seem to be paying them any attention. She watched as his gaze went from being on her to being on Minho’s arm that was still around her body. His gaze darkened, eyebrows furrowing as he watched him pull her closer once he laughed at something Han had said, eyes shooting back up towards her own.

It was starting to feel hot. She felt like her body was on fire, could practically feel sweat trailing down her back. He kept looking at her like she was his last meal, and it was starting to suffocate her.

“Here, take this,” She handed the plate of food to Minho who took it without complaint, “I’m gonna go outside for a sec. I’ll be back.”

Not waiting on him to reply, she quickly shook out of his arms and made her way towards the back door, swiftly opening it and letting out a gasp of air. It was much cooler out here, less suffocating; she finally felt like she could breathe again.

She let out another breath before walking over towards the brick wall, sliding down to sit on the ground. She tilted her head back, glancing up at the sky, taking the time to begin counting them in her head in attempts to calm herself down a bit.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven… and then the door opened.

She kept counting, kept her gaze on the sky, kept focusing on her breathing. Because if she didn’t, she would look over to see who had just came outside. And she had a feeling she knew who it would be.

Her guess was right.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

The words hung in the air for a couple seconds, heart constricting lightly at the tone. She still didn’t look over.

She had gotten to fifteen when he spoke again.

“Why are you here?”

She tried to ignore the pang she felt in her chest at his question, wanting to slam herself against the wall when realizing he wasn’t going to leave even if she ignored him. He never did.

“I’m here with Minho. He wanted to come.” She replied curtly.

“Minho?” He spoke out, the name sounding bitter coming out of his mouth, “What, you fucking him or something?”

She stopped counting, then, glancing over to see him standing in front of her, arms crossed over his chest, gaze piercing through her. “Why do you care?” She let out, watching as his jaw clenched slightly.

He didn’t say anything back. She could see that his breathing was starting to pick up, his fingers tightening on his arms from where they were currently crossed. “Why don’t you just mind your damn business and go back inside to your little doll that’s been hanging on your arm all night, and just leave me alone.”

She immediately regretted it when the words came out of her mouth, but that feeling soon went away when he started talking again.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about?” He scoffed out, smirk framing his plump lips, piercing shining in the night, “You getting an attitude with me because of some girl you saw me with? That’s cute.”

“Shut up, Hyunjin,” She replied back, voice cracking slightly, adjusting her legs slightly. She felt a slight breeze between her thighs when moving, Hyunjin’s eyes flickering downwards for a second before landing back on her. “Just… leave me alone. Please.”

Her voice cracked again at the end, soft and pleading. He immediately picked up on her body language, how she curled herself more into a ball, how her eyes struggled to meet his, how her lip started to quiver. He let out a sigh, walking over and sitting down beside her gently, hands over his knees.

“I just wanna talk for a minute.”

“We’ve had years to do that, Hyunjin,” She whispered back.

It was quiet. The longer they sat there, the longer she realized how much she missed him. She hated the fact that even though their arms were barely grazing one another, even though she was finally breathing the same air as him again, even though they were finally talking, she felt her heart swell, felt the butterflies swarming in her stomach. And it pained her to sit here and feel these things because she knows she shouldn’t.

But she does. She always has.

She felt him move beside her, could see his head fall back onto the wall as he looked up to the sky. His fingers twitched, a sigh escaping his mouth. He inched a little closer.

“There’s just so much I want to say, I need to say, but I don’t know where to start,” He spoke, eyes never leaving the sky, “I’m just… I wasn’t expecting to see you again. I don’t know how to act or what I’m supposed to do now that you’re here. I just… I’ve got so much to say.”

Her eyes focused in on the brightest star. It outshined the others, and it was glowing, just as Hyunjin was tonight.

“I know you hate me,” He let out with a forced chuckle, “Fuck, I know you hate me. And I know you say you want me to leave you alone, but I don’t think you mean that. So I’m not going to. I know now is probably not a great time, and I know I’m starting to ramble, but I hope we can maybe… you know, start over, or something. I don’t know… what do you think?”

“We’re not supposed to talk when we’re looking at the stars,” She softly replied. She saw his head move out of the corner of her eye, his gaze burning holes into the side of her face. “Last time we talked when we saw the stars, you disappeared for six years. I’d rather not say anything, right now. Let’s just sit here a little bit longer.”

And as they sat there, so close, yet so far away from one another, Y/N focused back in on the brightest star and noted how it was directly between them, almost as if it was trying to connect them back together. She could only hope it wouldn’t steer her wrong again.

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Incest and pedophilia

Ships (character x character)

Male reader (Sorry, I can't write for males)

Love triangle (character x reader x character)

Yandere characters or reader

MANGA/ANIME (and one manhua!) I'LL WRITE FOR:

Sailor Moon

Inazuma Eleven (all the series)

Mermaid Melody

Hunter x Hunter

Nana (I only watched the anime)

My Hero Academia (I watched until the 5th season)

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Assassination Classroom

Fullmetal Alchemist (only manga and Brotherhood characters)

Haikyuu!!

Akatsuki no Yona (I read until the twenty-second volume of the manga)

Yu Yu Hakusho

Attack on Titan

Kamisama Kiss

Code Geass

Ouran HighSchool Host Club

Naruto

Death Note

Blue Lock (I only watched the anime)

Nanatsu no Taizai (I only watched the first season)

Jujutsu Kaisen (I read until the one hundred and thirty-eighth chapter of the manga)

Watashi no Shiawase na Kekkon

Pharaoh's Concubine

Sabaku no Harem

Tokyo Ghoul (not Tokyo Ghoul:re too)

REQUESTS' LANGUAGES I'LL ACCEPT:

English

Italian

Spanish

Japanese

SFW ALPHABET:

I'll accept requests for both single letters and the entire alphabet

Not NSFW alphabet

My model is here

[princess-of-the-corner]

requesting infodump on the LoV because they seem interesting without full context

a group of villains, some directly linked to pro heroes - does that mean they accept fallen heroes? etc etc

Okay so

I am absorbing this series through fandom osmosis and slowly reading the Canon Manga.

Which means there's some members of the LoV that I know better than others, while there's a chunk I haven't deep dived into as much because they're not fan favorites I guess?

So I'm gonna speedrun through the ones I do know specifics about! I'm also gonna do 100% Canon, not my AU stuff because tbh I roll with some changes and redemptions

All for One(AfO):

Quirk: All for One, the ability to steal Quirks from other people

Main villain, big bad motherfucker. Absolute asshole. Old as balls(or at least 100). Surprisingly very fascinating to speculate on but none of that is good for a short summary. We don't know his real first name, as he just uses his Quirk's name as his own, but his last name was 'Shigaraki'.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Quirk: Decay, things he touch will be destroyed.

Daddy Issues #1. Orignal name was Tenko Shimura. Grandson of a Hero, Nana Shimura. So you've followed the whole 'One for All passes down through users' thing? Nana was the user before All Might. Tenko's dad was kind of a dick tho basically taking his own issues out on the kids. Tenko was targeted by our Main Villian, All for One, and got 'the world's most illegal adoption' after Tenko's Quirk manifested and he accidentally killed his bio family. AfO has Stockholm Syndromed the shit out of the kid over the next fifteen years and has groomed him into being his successor(plus some other funky meta shit regarding Quirk Nonsense I barely understand).

Dabi:

Quirk: Blueflame

Daddy Issues #2! Original name was Toya Todoroki. His father is the Pro Hero Endeavor. Main character Shoto is his younger brother. There's a LOT to unpack on the entirety of the Todoroki Family Drama™ that I do not have the energy to type out. Short version: Endeavor is a fuckin asshole and abusive to the family. Toya wanted to prove his worth, but lost control in his anger and started a raging wildfire. He was presumed dead, but hey guess what? He was found by our Big Bad Villain AfO! Who tbh was probably stalking him and waiting for a recruitment opportunity because he's already done that twice already. Toya recovered somewhat, is filled with rage in part because his death seemed to mean nothing as his dad is still a dick, so he's working with the League to show the world the kind of person his dad is and then also murder him for everything he did(but also is becoming a far worse person on this revenge quest and no longer cares if his siblings get hurt or die and tbh he might also just straight up kill them too fuck it apparently.)

Himiko:

Quirk: Transform, allows the user to transform into people by consuming their blood. Also causes a bit of an obsession with blood.

Himiko's parents were incredibly disturbed by her Quirk, forcing her to behave like a 'normal' girl. She managed to suppress her morbid tendencies until middle school, when she snapped and attacked a boy she had a crush on to drink his blood. Himiko ran away, and her parents disowned her, called her a lost cause and a 'demon child' and nothing but a villain, so she embraced that fully and went very murdery. Lived on the streets for a while before finding and joining the League

Kurogiri:

Quirk: Warp Gate, a cloud of dark fog that can be used as a portal.

Kurogiri is a thing called a 'Nomu'. Basically some fucked up human experimentation. Though most of them are kinda brainless super-soldiers, Kurogiri is the only one who is like. An actual proper person still, though not quite the person he once was. Kurogiri was made out Oboro Shirakumo, a UA student who supposedly died over a decade ago. Oboro was a friend of Aizawa, Present Mic and Midnight when they were all in school together.

Honestly there's a good chunk more but I don't know as much about them without spelunking the wiki. Like I know names and Quirks but my grasp on personality and backstory are not at the point where I can ramble off the cuff when I should be trying to sleep

Re: are they open to 'fallen Heroes'

Theoretically since there's a subplot about Pro Hero Hawks infiltrating the League and pretending to be on their side while gathering info and working to take them down. Hawks is a very public Hero so they all know who he is, but I guess he convinces them that he wants to turn villain and hand over Hero secrets to them. (Some believe him, others don't)

[ciaossu-imagines]

Numbers 7, 12, 16, and 21 for KHR from the choose violence ask game🔥🔥🔥? Don’t hold back

Ohh, thank you so much for popping into the ask box, though I fear you’re going to get me into some trouble, my lovely anon! I’ll do my best to answer honestly and hold nothing back though!

7. What character did you begin to hate, not because of canon, but because how the fandom acts about them?

Honestly, I have gone through phases with all of the super popular characters, save for Gokudera who I have always adored. It’s mostly because I’d end up getting so many requests to write for one specific character for so long that I’d just eventually grow to hate them because Jesus, if I had to write one more thing about them, explore the same idea with them one more time, I’d go mad. Nowadays, people are actually really good about balancing things out, and I just generally love all the characters.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them?

Shamal. Iemitsu. Longchamp. Adelheid. Nana. Luce. Skull. Basically, hand me a hated character and I will tell you why they deserve love and how many interesting, fascinating aspects there are to the character. Seriously, I love all of them so much, especially Shamal and Iemitsu, who I think are really complex and interesting men underneath of these very deliberate facades that they throw on. Also, I’m just putting it out there, but I really hate it when females characters get nothing but hate thrown at them and all of KHR’s female character’s needed to be better utilized, most fucking definitely, but they weren’t bad characters in and of themselves and they deserve love too.

16. You can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

I don’t think it’s nearly as popular as it used to be, thank god, but there was a time when a really popular question in fandom, including KHR, was ‘if you could rewrite the canon, what would you fix?’ and the answer in the KHR-verse was honestly rarely ever things that needed to be fixed (all over the place pacing during the arcs, inconsistent characterization, retconning out of nowhere) and almost always was ‘well, I’d make it so that Tsuna was more bad-ass, stronger, and much more ruthless and that he wouldn’t be such a wimp about taking over’. And hey, cool, that’s an option but that’s what fanfiction is for, to explore those what if’s. If that was canon, we wouldn’t have anything at all like what we have for characters, story points, relationships between characters, etc, because our protagonist would be the exact opposite of what we had. We wouldn’t have KHR at all because someone like the ’dream Tsuna’ wouldn’t have made the friendships he did, wouldn’t have forged the bonds he did. The entire story would have been much darker, without much in the way of comedy, and would have been gritty seinen because I’ve read other manga with pretty much that premise. If we made those changes, we wouldn’t have KHR. We’d have an entirely different series and I honestly don’t know if it would have had the impact on all of us it did end up having. And I also don’t agree that Tsuna is weak or a bad character for being so reluctant to take over the Mafia, even after everything. I really enjoyed that part of his character. If I wanted something different, there are other stories for that – hell, if we’re talking about Mafia Bosses who were initially very reluctant to become a boss and really wish they had been able to do something else with their lives, but who stepped up and accepted their hand in life, we have Niccolo from Servamp. There, solid example of someone who’s wimpy and doesn’t want to fight, but will step up and be the leader of his Mafia family. That’s the dream Tsuna – an entirely different character. And again, I’m not shitting on the alternate reality type Tsuna idea, where he is that ruthless Mafia boss. It can be a fun AU, I see the appeal in it, the idea has a lot of merit, and it’s one I’ve seen fanfic do well but that’s exactly what it is – fanfic, which is made for that. Saying that the entire protagonist needs to be completely rewritten into his polar opposite to make the canon ‘good’ instead of just being like ‘wouldn’t it be cool if…’ kind of means that maybe this wasn’t the show and manga for you, or at least that’s my opinion on the whole thing.

21. Part of canon you think is overhyped

Hibari. Hibari Hibari Hibari. I love the character, I find him fascinating, I truly enjoy him so please don’t hate on me thinking that I don’t. It’s the way canon treated him. Hibari’s only really been defeated early on in the manga, and in canon he does come across as almost infallible as a fighter and that makes zero sense to me. Yes, I get a character being strong but Hibari comes across, at times, as almost overpowered and what I hate the most is that, for the most part, he really does remain largely stagnant. I get that, as the Cloud, he’s the least focused upon Guardian because he’s off and doing his own stuff, but I feel like every time he pops up in the story, I know exactly what to expect, what’s going to happen without fail, he never gets his own real arc, he seems to have zero struggles at all throughout the manga, and that bothers me. I feel like Hibari, had more time been spent on him or had he been more fleshed out as a character, could’ve been something truly spectacular, one of my favourite characters of all time, and I’ve seen fanon of him that almost reaches those levels but he just wasn’t utilized as well as he could have been. Another thing? Bel and Siel, the twins. Such a great build-up, such a great reveal showing Siel was alive and then…nothing. I wanted a show-down between Bel and his brother so bad but there was really nothing there and I still feel like both Siel and Bel were robbed of what could have been incredible moments for the both of them by the mangaka just trying to speed along an arc that had already dragged on for quite a while.

[gokupowers]

I would love to see John in your Euphoria AU if ur up for it :)

omfg.. i thought this day would never come!! hehe john is basically cassie s1 (i pretend s2 doesnt exist)

All the characters have their own backstory-heavy episode, along with plot (like euphoria duh) so i'll just paste his!

School photo for yearbooks: we see JOHN, DAVE, ROSE, KARKAT in various corny yearbook poses. Karkat is grimacing. Rose smirks. Dave has a small, cocky smile. 

John has his smile so wide that it looks like it hurts.

PHOTOGRAPHER: Smile, John!

(CLICK)

(Narrator Voiceover)

Ever since John was a kid, that's all he ever did. Smile and imagine the better.

John’s favorite thing as a child was saying the right words. It was like magic: if he could put on a lopsided grin to show off his missing baby-teeth, then say something silly, his dad would suddenly stop looking so tired. The corners of his mouth would quirk up, and John always got his hair tousled for his efforts. It was awesome.

It kept being awesome: he felt like a superhero with a secret superpower, one only he knew about. He could make his Nana laugh in the middle of her dialysis treatments, even when she couldn’t remember his name. Nothing in the world came more satisfyingly to young John Egbert than earning a laugh or a smile. 

So even when he couldn’t go to the arcade or see his friends because he had to take his grandma to physical therapy, even when she acted like he was a stranger or when he found himself unable to remember the sound of his mom’s laugh, it was all okay! Because through it all, John had his dad’s smile. 

Sometimes, people thought he was stupid. At school, it was hard to focus on grammar or tenses or multiplication when he could tell jokes and play games. John thought he just knew what he wanted earlier than other kids. Why care about math when he could make someone else laugh? So making friends came easy to him: he loved to make people smile, and other people liked that. 

When his Nana died, he was sad, of course he was. She had practically raised him, having been his mom, grandma, and closest confidante all in one wizened package. But guiltily, he was relieved. She wouldn’t forget his name again. Even more guiltily he thought: he wouldn’t have met Dave if she was still alive.

Halfway through fifth grade, his grandma had taken a turn for the worse, and his dad had decided to try a dialysis center far from the city. It was only for a couple months, he promised, but it meant John would have to finish the year in online school. At the time, John was fine with that; the less school, the more time he had for video games!

But after a week of Doritos fueled Halo marathons, reality set in. It was boring in the middle of nowhere! So he turned to the internet, a digital world right at his fingertips, alongside the rise and fall of Club Penguin. He mostly just dicked around, supposedly under parental supervision, but even Father Egbert had his limits in between a sick mother and a 9-5 job. So John goes into video game chatrooms and cycles through randoms, talking to anyone who would listen. Most of those he met were boring or lost to the ennui of the digital space, when there was a million other things to distract him. 

He’s playing Halo when a guy spawn camps him and kills him. John is certifiably, and understandably, upset. That is, until John gets a friend request right after. Curious, he accepts.

What follows is an epic quest of purely digital revenge. The other player, another kid who went by TG, was getting camped and killed by this guy for weeks. So he's hatched a plan involving trickery, a slur, and a promise to get the camper banned. A couple grueling days of effort and one accidental (but totally planned) slur in the chat later, the player was banned, and John had a new friend. 

So they talked and played for years, even when John went back to school and Nana died and left him and his father with enough inheritance to enroll in a fancy private school with rich kids.

He learns the kid’s name is Dave, and they video call often. He learns he loves irony (apparently), never takes his shades off, is fiercely loyal but would never say it in such simple terms, and is the kind of macho guy that John only thought existed in movies. 

They've been through it all together. When Nana died, Dave let him talk about Nic Cage for hours and days, watching all of the worst movies in the world with John, talking over them. Dave is less forthcoming with his own life, but John knows simple facts. Dave goes to correspondence school. Sometimes Dave sees his classmates, but mostly only once every couple months. Dave’s brother is some kind of media mogul (though the day John realized Dave meant an “adult media” mogul, he gave him shit for weeks). Dave loves his brother, but they don't always get along. John gets that. His dad smokes enough tabacco to take decades off his lifespan, but John can't say anything about it because that’s just the way his father is. Like John, Dave was raised by a single father too. Kind of. John always found it weird that Dave called his dad Bro, but who was he to judge? He lived in a house full of harlequins and shaving cream: idiosyncratic adults was the one thing he understood intimately. They have the kind of intense brothership you can only have with someone you've played video games with since you were nine. 

One Christmas, Dave gets permission to visit John during winter break and John spends months finding the perfect movies to watch, begging his dad for money to get Dave the perfect present. Dave draws him a shockingly well rendered nude of Nic Cage, alongside a replica of Liv Taylor's bunny, and John get him aviator glasses to replace the dorky anime ones his Bro gave him. John tells him it was Ben Stiller’s, and Dave plays along. John thinks Dave does a lot of playing along. 

Dave and John fit together as brothers the way someone who's known you almost your entire life would, edges sanded down until they fit perfectly. He knows the glasses mean more to Dave than he let on with his solitary “thx” text. For Dave, the change in glasses means everything. It means not just being Bro’s little ‘brother.’  

Besides that visit, Dave is mostly relegated to being a treat. A fun interaction he gets to have before bed, reading his texts and responding after a long day with other people who know him but don’t get him the same way Dave does. Its an indulgence he doesn’t really instead is indulgence until much later.

So when Dave’s Bro dies, John feels the same rush of guilt he had when Nana had. Dave had complained about his Bro enough that it painted a certain image, and though John didn’t know the specifics, he was relieved. And: Dave needed somewhere to stay, and John’s dad was willing to provide it. Who wouldn’t be overjoyed if they were told their best friend was going to move in with him? 

When Dave shows up again, this time with more luggage than he had for the previous week-long stay, familiar shades over his eyes and an uncharacteristically shy smile on his face, John flings himself at Dave. One moment to marvel over his best bro’s shockingly built musculature after he’s caught, and John launches himself into their broship with the same enthusiasm he’s shown everything else in his life.

But after a month of bro-tinted glasses, John notices things. People never really expect him to: they see the dorky smile and the square glasses and assume certain things. John’s never been one to play to expectation, other than when it benefited him, of course. Dave’s aggressive, in a way that doesn’t show online. He’s not like Karkat, or even like Eridan, who are all bark but no bite. When John tries to tickle Dave, he gets a fist in the gut and a panicked apology in the span of a couple seconds. Its like he can’t help himself, testosterone and a need to prove himself boiling under his skin, constantly. John thinks that must be an exhausting way to live. 

So when he ditches Dave at Eridan’s party to meet up with the cougar he’d matched with on Tinder, he’s not as shocked as he probably should have been when Dave comes home split knuckles and a gash down his arm. He’s also not shocked when Dave tries to kiss him while he was trying to administer sloppy first-aid.

When John decides to pretend that it didn’t happen, he knows Dave isn’t surprised either. This is just how the world is, sometimes. It’s a bitter pill, John thinks. 

But better than the alternative.

[oneforallheadcannonsandshorts]

Welcome to the Blog that writes Headcannons and Short for the former users of One for All.

This post will be going over rules and other important information regarding this blog. Please make sure to read this because any questions you may have will most likely be answered. 

First things first, this blog can be considered spoiler territory regarding the manga since that is usually ahead of the anime. But don’t worry the spoiler warnings will be in the title. 

Second thing is that this blog also understands that currently there isn’t a lot of information on the former users of One for All. So a lot of them will be written who the writer proceeds and going off of what has been revealed in the Manga.

Third; this blog will be accepting both SFW and NSFW  along with AU requests. So parts of this blog will have 18+ content. However the titles will be sure to have the 18+ warning. 

Fourth, this blog doesn’t stand for things such as racist or sexist comments. Anyone who makes such comments will be reported and blocked. We dont mess around here. 

Fifth, this blog also may not update frequently as a result other things going on like school. So please understand that posts may not happen for long periods of time. But this blog will do it’s best to make sure that everyone’s request is made. Also fill free to ask the writer anything, and please understand that if the ask/request box is closed then that means that the writer is trying to catch up with the number of requests. 

Sixth, in case anyone is wondered the following characters for this blog are as followed. Note when the names are released this post will be updated.  

SPOILERS FOR MHA MANGA CHAPTERS 237, 257, and 304 regarding the names of the former users.   

OFA Shigaraki 

Second OFA user

Third OFA user

Shinomori Hikage 

Daigoro Banjo 

Sixth OFA user

Nana Shimura (Yes this blog knows that she is married, but for those that simp or still simp for her can make a request) 

And finally the last thing for this blog, is that the Master list will be pinned and this post will be a link. Also once the master list is written up you can find the link here ---> Master List       

[fullsunalicia]

hiii if its not a bother,,,,how about writing a wolf!au with jaemin or jeno finding their very human mate who has absolutely no idea of the supernatural world but has a tendency of finding trouble?? if its not too much can you put in a lil werewolf action hehe thank ü

lovers of the moon — LJN

every wolf is destined to find a mate someday. when jeno meets you, he feels like the luckiest man alive, but little does he know that he‘s going to lose his mind over protecting you - after all, you are the definition of the word ��trouble“..

werewolf!jeno x human!reader

hey love! it‘s absolutely not a bother, thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3

Jeno has been dreaming of his mate since forever.

There are werewolves who are bitten, and there are those who are born with it. Whether it’s a blessing or not, Jeno was born into a family bearing the moon’s magic, and all his life, he‘s been growing up with the stories of the supernatural world. The myths, the legends, the histories. That includes the stories of the mates, the other half of a wolf’s being. He learnt about them at the tender age of twelve, barely a teenager, the age where he had first turned into an animal and was able to change back. Since then, there hasn‘t been a day where he‘s not thinking about you.

Are you a wolf, too? A witch, maybe? Or perhaps you‘re just a mere human, who‘s going to be lured into his world because of the pull a mate experiences. Plenty of mates are found in the mortal world, chained to a normal life, the lulled sense of security. Nonetheless, because of the ties they have to a wolf’s soul, they’re bound to be drawn to the supernaturaly way. Maybe you’ll find him first. It doesn‘t matter who or what you are. When Jeno meets you, he‘s going to love you forever.

His pack often teases him for being so whipped for his mate, even though he doesn‘t know them yet. It‘s just that the idea of someone being destined for you makes his heart feel so warm; The knowledge that no matter what happens, you‘ll love him. No matter what problem, you‘ll work through it. Of course there is a chance that you‘d reject him, but he‘s accepted that possibility.

As long as you‘re happy, he‘s content, aswell. He just wants to meet you. To get to know the other half of his soul. He‘s been waiting for so long.

His patience is soon to be rewarded.

❀ ❀ ❀

Jeno hates not being able to get drunk as quickly as others. What else is he downing these drinks for?

Jaemin‘s already pretty wasted. That’s no wonder, really. Convincing the boy to a round of shots is as easy as breathing, and he’s downed them all way before you can even get a headstart. Apparently, it’s the only thing that makes Jaemin human, even though Jeno begs to differ. After all, his best friend is a good person through and through, kind, selfless. Is that not humanity itself? Either way, Jaemin‘s the only one in the pack who doesn‘t take much to be intoxicated, and at the end of the night, someone has to take him to a bathroom before he throws up and tuck him into bed afterwards. Jeno would rather not do that tonight, but it looks like he‘ll have to.

„Nana,“ he sighs, reaching for his best friend. Jaemin giggles, wrapping both arms around Jeno‘s waist to hold him close. If there’s one word to describe Na Jaemin, it’s clingy. It’s his second nature to embrace others and leave kisses all over their face, because he lives for affection. In moments like these, Jaemin tends to forget himself, and his supernatural strength ends up seeping through. If he holds Jeno any tighter, he‘s definitely going to break a rib. „Nana, let‘s slow down a little, yeah? Also, watch the grip, man.“

„Aww, but I just want to hug you!“ Jaemin‘s voice is so loud, it seems to boom over the music that‘s playing in the living room. He hums in content when Jeno fixes his hair, recently dyed blue, and even beams at him. Drunk Nana is a way too happy Nana.

The party is in full swing. There‘s a lot of people Jeno recognizes, but also some he‘s never seen before. Donghyuck keeps inviting too much people, and yet he whines when he has to clean up the mess in the morning.

He’s known Jaemin all his life. Like him, Jaemin was born to be a wolf, a child of the wilderness, lover of the moon. Though he looks soft, he’s one of the strongest in the pack, if not on the same level as Jeno. They quarrel often, but never seriously, only as jokes. They love each other, they’re brothers. Every corner of his soul, his being, Jaemin knows it, learned all the flaws by heart. Habits of the other are often picked up, later to be laughed about as they catch themselves doing it. Friends for life. Packmates forever.

There’s no one in this world Jeno trusts more than Na Jaemin.

With that, Jeno helps himself to another glass of whiskey, though that task proves to be rather difficult when Jaemin clings to him like a toddler. The younger man nuzzles his face in the crook of Jeno‘s neck, weight heavy on his side, grip still as tight as chains. Jeno feels weirdly reminded of his first full moon, where he had to be contained in the basement so he wouldn‘t break free and murder some innocent person. It’s normal. Control has to be acquired, even if you’re not a turned wolf. But it still shouldn’t be so hard for him. He cringes, but it‘s not the taste of the drink sloshing against his glass.

„I hate strong alcohol, too.“

Jeno looks up - and freezes. Something inside him snaps, reties itself to your existence, like Jeno hasn‘t been living until this point and he‘s finally found his reason to do so. It‘s you. His precious, beautiful mate. The wolf in him is practically roaring at him to toss Jaemin aside and smother you with a hug like his packmate is doing to him.

The moon knows what she did when she connected him to you. You’re perfect.

Jeno‘s barely able to hold himself back. When he breathes in deeply, he‘s overwhelmed with your scent; Flowers, the stench of perfume. Your natural fragrance. He starts trembling in Jaemin‘s hold. Suddenly, it‘s not a hug, but rather his friend holding him back in the realization that his mate is standing in their shared kitchen, smiling so beautifully you‘re going to knock the air out of Jeno‘s lungs.

„Oh, he doesn‘t hate it,“ Jaemin helps him out. A painful pinch to his waist tries to pull Jeno back to reality, but he‘s still reeling over the fact that you‘re actually here. That an angel stepped into his house and you‘re actually talking to him. „He doesn‘t like it when I cling to him, but that‘s what friends are for, right? I just want some affection.“

You giggle, and both of the boys are in awe at the sound. You‘re so cute. „I get that,“ you admit and set down your cup. The way you carry yourself, pupils slightly widening - you‘re a little buzzed. Jeno thinks he‘s going to be drunk of you, too. „Is a group hug appropiate? I could use some affection too.“

„Get over here, then,“ Jeno says. He didn‘t mean to sound so assertive, and Jaemin, sweet Jaemin who never glares, gives him the evil side eye. Jeno just can‘t help himself. He craves you closer - he wants to pull you away from the party and tell you about the many years he spent waiting for you.

But you‘re only human. That means you don‘t know anything about his world. He‘d have to guide you into hit before he makes you his.

Despite him talking so rudely, you approach both boys with a grin. But you stumble, tripping over the high heels you’re wearing as you fall right into Jeno’s chest. “Whoops,” you murmur. When you wrap your arms around both of them, he almost sighs in relief. Arms move to hold you close, shielding you from the world forever. You fit inside them perfectly, like the last piece of a puzzle clicking into place. The stench of sparkling wine is clinging to your clothes. „I needed that,“ you mumble into Jeno’s chest.

The elders talk about magic. The universe’s way of shoving you towards your mate, two magnets who are pulled to each other. Irreversible, eternal. Once a match is made by the moon, it is never able to be broken or severed. No matter how, the life of a mate and their wolf is connected forever the second they meet. That’s why the need to be with them is so strong, so powerful.

Jeno knows all that, but he wasn’t aware the pull was that powerful. All it took was look into your eyes, and Jeno was a goner. In your eyes, he finds galaxies, untold stories, promises. Every fold of your soul, any thought you’ve ever created but is left unspoken, everything shows itself the second you meet his gaze. You smile again. His knees buckle.

“Alright, Jen,” Jaemin says, pulling him out his trance. As if he was drowning in you, and now he’s brought ashore. “I think we’re going to lay off of the alcohol for the rest of the evening, yeah? You just stay here and I’ll get you some water... Be back in a second.”

Only when Jaemin leaves you two behind, you lean back. Jeno’s able to look into your eyes now, and your pupils are dilated from the alcohol you’ve had. “Better now?” you ask.

For a second, he’s dumbfounded. Then, he quickly comes to his sense. “Uh, yeah, thanks,” he mumbles, hands still on your lower back. He’s just waiting for you to push him away, because he’s physically unable to do it himself.

But you don’t. Your arms are firmly curled around his neck, and you’re giggling in his hold. Maybe it’s the pull working its’ magic right now, but Jeno’s willing to thank anything and anyone for what’s happening right now.

You’re even better than his dreams. Finally, you have found his way into your life.

“Maybe I should stop drinking.” Your voice tugs at his heartstrings. Yawning, you lay your head on his chest, seemingly unbothered that you both just met. “I didn’t even want to go all out. But my day just sucked...alcohol’s really good in moments like these. Do you drink a lot?”

“No.” Jeno rests his cheek against your head. You’re warm, able to heat him up way better than any drink he’s had until now. He wonders what you’ve been up to. What you’d like to become someday. If he can help you. None of that comes out of his mouth, instead he asks you: “What happened today for you to drink so much? If it’s alright that I’m asking.”

“Failed a test,” you mumble, lips brushing past the column of his neck. Jeno almost groans in relief. If this continues you, he’ll very well just turn into a wolf infront of you because he isn’t able to hold himself back right now. His self-control sucks anyways. You testing it doesn’t help a lot. “Ex bothered me.”

“Want me to beat them up?”

You giggle. Fingers move to mess with his hair, and he closes his eyes when you curl the strands around your appendage. “No, it’s not worth you getting hurt because of it.” Now, you step back. Your hands hold his for a few seconds before you completely let go. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cling you. I’m (y/n). I promise I’m more polite sober.”

“It’s okay. I’m Jeno,” he introduces himself. “May I have your number, (y/n)? The next time your ex bothers you, I’ll chase him away.”

❀ ❀ ❀

You’re a double-texter. Jeno enjoys that a lot.

It’s easy to talk to you. You share the same humor, despite his friends claiming that he’s not funny at all. Many memes are sent back and forth, but the conversation never consists solely of your jokes. From time to time, you tell him about yourself and show your interest in him. Your dreams, your hopes, your interests. In turn, Jeno tells you all about his friends. What he wants to become someday. He also makes sure that you know he’s always there for you.

That’s how Jeno ends up picking you up in the middle of the night to grab some food from McDonald’s and get your mind off things.

Your hand feels so small in his. Curled towards him in the passenger seat, you trace the veins on the back of his hand with your fingertips, lost in your thoughts. He wants to know what’s going on inside your pretty head. But he doesn’t overstep his boundaries, and lets you take your own time to explain what’s bothering you.

Growing up with Jaemin had taught him patience. Jeno knows when to wait, and how to go about it. As a werewolf, that’s the most important thing to learn. It helps with control, to hold back the fury of turning, the magic of a full-moon. This should be a piece of cake.

Atleast it feels like it when you curl into his arm like a cat would. He hears your heart pounding, loud and clear. Impossible for a human, but a constant thing for him. Your pulse is his favorite melody. Jeno hums while he drives into the parking lot as you rest your cheek on his arm and sigh.

Sometimes, Jeno thinks you don’t feel the pull. When you get lost in your thoughts and forget about the world around you, Jeno is never the one to bring you back. You just snap out of it and calm him down with a smile, and it makes feel him unsure. Whether he’s allowed to do it. If you feel comfortable. If you didn’t, it’d explain the pull failing to draw you in. But then you pull stunts like this, and he has to restrain the wolf inside himself from jumping you and kissing you until your lips are swollen.

He turns the key, killing the engine as darkness starts to loom over you both. You haven’t moved. Tightly holding his hand in your own two, Jeno watches as you bury your face in his arm.

His free hand moves on instinct to tousle your hair. As always, your hair is soft, and he can smell the synthetic scent of peach and vanilla. Weirdly, he likes that scent just as much as your own fragrance. It’s a part of you he’s learnt to adore.

How can he not? Perfection starts and ends with you. All your flaws, your calloused edges. All they do is pull him further in as he falls deeper and deeper into love with you.

As the boys wouls call it - he’s got it bad.

“Hi there,” Jeno mumbles into your ear. Your heartbeat jumps, before calming down again. He likes knowing what kind of effect he has on you. It’s reassurrance, and compliment at the same time. “Everything alright?”

“Mhm.” You sigh again. Whatever’s laying heavy on your heart, the wolf boy wishes you’d let him lift it off. Before he can further investigate, though, you let go of him and climb over to sit on his lap. He almost chokes on the very air he’s breathing as you wrap your arms around his body and rest your head on his chest, right above his heart. It’s your turn to listen to his embarrassingly quick pulse.

Jeno cradles your body. You’re vulnerable, his little porcelain doll. Often, he forgets that you’re a mere human, alive, easily breakable. If he could, he’d hide you from the world and never show you again, so no one would be able to inflict harm upon you. But that’s irrational. So he just holds you in his arms, and hopes it’s enough to protect you for now.

The moon had taught him everything he needed to know. What it had failed to mention is how wonderful it feels to have you close to him.

The feeling of a warm body finding comfort in his arms. Trust. Honesty. All of that is given to him by you without effort, and it makes his heart swell with pride. For weeks now, he’s trying to figure out a way to let you know about his feelings. Or explain how he’s able to turn into a four-legged creature at will, and sometimes it happens because he’s enraged. Now that he’s found you, he’s so scared of scaring you of. Rejection comes easy, especially to a human. You’re not bound to the laws of the moon and the spirits. The second you sensed distress, you’d be able to flee.

And that is the biggest fear imaginable to him. Jeno bows his head, buries his face in the crook of his neck. Atleast now, when you’re still unknown about his true creature and his feelings, you still let him hold you close. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him against you tightly.

If only you knew how safe he feels in your arms. How he fights with himself because he wants to tell you how his heart beats for you, how much he treasures you. But he can’t.

“I’m sorry I’m wasting your time,” you mumble.

Jeno pulls back, hands cupping your face. The fireworks you set off inside him when you lay yours over his and close your eyes are indescribable, but he doesn’t want to be distracted by you right now. Not when you’re talking nonsense. “What the hell are you on about?” he mumbles, pulling you closer. Your heart thrums in its’ cage, accelerates, the sound ringing in his ears like bells. Jeno wonders what is going in that brilliant mind. So he inquires: “Why would you think that? No time is wasted when it’s spent with you. I came because I genuinely wanted to be here. Why would you apologize?”

“I ... just feel like a waste of time. I haven’t been feeling well, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you.” You shift in his arms, light as a feather, let yourself be tucked under his chin. When he was younger, he had often sat on his mother’s lap for hours like that. There is no comparable feeling to that sense of security a hug like that provided. It was no wonder that he often tended to fall asleep like that, despite the noisy ambiance that would sometimes be present as he restes on his mom’s lap. “I like you. I don’t want to ruin ... what we have.”

Jeno feels like bursting from happiness. Without hesitation and nothing to hold him back now, he turns his head and presses kisses all over your face, everywhere he can reach. Luckily, you giggle at that, excited over him being so affectionate. After the party, you had always been afraid of doing something wrong because Jaemin had claimed he didn’t like clinginess. Now he proves you wrong, wiping any sign of worry as he kisses you for the first time ever.

Some describe it as fireworks. Dizziness, the giddy feeling of lips against yours - all of these impressions pale to the experience of kissing your soulmate for the first time. The one who had been yours long before time had existed, and histories were told. Written in the stars, waiting to happen, that was the bond that connected Jeno and you. Now, it came true.

The very thing Jeno wished for his entire life.

Kissing someone is very addicting. He’d been kissed once or twice in his life, sometimes even because of a dare. But this, this couldn’t compare. To put it into cheesy words, Jeno feels like he’s on top of the world. You move your lips against his in the same fervor, and you taste like love and heaven in one. The only reason he lets himself be pushed away is because you’re gasping for breath, and the view makes it all worth it.

Cherry-red cheeks. A happy smile matching the one he’s sporting right now. Jeno knows about romance, but he didn’t expect to be such a sucker for it. “I like you, too,” he finally admits, confirming what the moon had established aeons before. The words you were waiting so patiently to hear. “I like you so, so much. And that is why you should never think you’re a waste of time. If you’d like, (y/n), I’ll give you all the time I have. The only waste of my time is not being with you.”

You don’t answer. Now feeling a thousand times better, you pull Jeno close again, kissing him over and over until you’ve both long forgotten where you are and why you’re here in the first place.

Wherever you are is where he wants to be always.

❀ ❀ ❀

The full moon is not Lee Jeno’s best friend.

At the start of your relationship, he’d often make up excuses as to why he couldn’t meet you at that specific day. Thank the lord you understand and don’t ask about it any further, but with every lie Jeno tells you, his guilt weighs heavier on his guts and consequently on his packmates, as they share house and mind with him.

It’s not like he’s a pup who can’t control himself. But his imagination runs wild often. Whenever you’re the reason his pulse spikes, his emotions overwhelming his senses, he asks himself if he could handle the consequences of what could happen. Does he trust himself that much? Is he ready to risk you just to feel content at your side?

There are rumors of powerful alphas who lose control involuntary. Maybe it’s the alcohol involved, or someone upsets them. But human mates are dangerous to wolves who are let loose. It’s not good for a werewolf to suppress his supernatural side for long.

The second the conscience leaves them and makes way for bloodlust, it’s already too late.

Jeno cannot allow that, ever. If something ever happened to you, he wouldn’t know how to handle it. Turn and kill the person responsible? Lose his mind and hurt you, like the alphas who acted to quick and hurt, wounded, killed their mates? They’re only rumors, but even rumors have a reason to be spread. Like wildfires, they make themselves known, and they haunt Jeno every second he spends with you.

Soft skin. Frail bones. That’s all you are. Precious, so easy to break. It’s not a secret that Jeno struggles with the effects of the full moon every now and then. If he cannot even assure the security of his own will, how is he going to protect you?

Lies are poison to any relationship. It’s what Jaemin keeps telling him every day and night, the second he stands up and shortly before returning to bed. They’re packmates - whenever they travel in wolf form, they have to share their heads. Whatever is hidden, becomes exposed through that bond. A blessing sometimes, but especially pesky when Jeno is busy trying to drown out his conscience.

He needs to tell you. Sooner or later. If he doesn’t do it now, he’s going to regret it forever.

His precious little mate - how is Jeno going to look you in the eyes and that he’s the most dangerous thing to ever happen to humankind?

❀ ❀ ❀

Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.

Jaemin’s voice blares through his head as Jeno changes back and grabs the clothes he laid ready before leaving. The boys like running in the woods outside of the city, but it’s bothersome to return home again after basically running around naked. Their outfit isn’t really protected from the magic that is involved with turning.

Jeno wishes his best friend would stop. He’s already in a struggle against himself, he doesn’t need anyone to meddle to feel bad. It’s already messing with Jeno’s mind. What’s even worse is that you’re so unassuming. Selfless and loving, you give your heart to Jeno without expecting anything in return.

It’s the full moon.

Claws extend themselves on instinct, no matter how much Jeno begs them to stay in place. It’s a battle for the reins inside himself - Jeno against the wolf, and Jeno’s losing. He wishes you were here. At the same time, he’s glad you’re nowhere near him or the pack.

As long as you’re not here, you’re safe. Safe is good. Safe calms him down. There’s no need to worry, except maybe about himself. Jaemin grabs his hands opens them, revealing to Jeno that he had been burying his claws in his palm without noticing.

“Dude,” Jaemin says while shaking his head. The blueberry hair whips with every move. “Don’t you realize that you’re just making it harder by keeping it to yourself? You’re the one inflicting all the stress and strain on your control. If you’d just tell her, you wouldn’t have to worry about ruining everything and losing her.”

“And how are you so sure?” Jeno lets himself be pulled to the kitchen table. He watches as Jaemin turns away from him to get a wet rag, shoulders squared, back tense. Jaemin is a happy-go-lucky type of guy. For his mood to be so soured because of Jeno, it must really bother him.

Jaemin sits alongside Jeno. Carefully, as if Jeno would break under his touch, he starts cleaning the bloody palms, even though the wounds have already healed up. Jaemin has always been worrying about him. No matter how small the wound was, he was the first one to sit Jeno down and take care of it. As a child, he even used to cry when Jeno got hurt, because he felt bad that he failed to protect the other.

When really, Jaemin had always been there for him.

No one else lets Jeno vent without expecting anything in return. There are not many who can say they’ve held Jeno in his arms because he shared his sorrow and fears with them, and only Jaemin prides himself with knowing Jeno best. If there really are platonic soulmates, he’d like to think Jaemin was his.

That’s why when the boys meet eyes, Jeno already believes him, without the other even saying anything. Jaemin grips his hands tightly, fingers interwoven like when they were younger. “Because she loves you,” Jaemin explains, soft smile on his lips. “And I’m so glad you found someone who’s going to love you endlessly for the rest of their life. Trust me. When she looks at you, it’s like she’s looking at the stars. Full of yearning and adoration. Everyone wants to be looked at like that.”

Jeno moves to rest his head on his best friend’s shoulder. It’s not often Jeno is so openly affectionate with him, but it’s the only way he can express his gratitude. Fingers cars through Jeno’s hair as Jaemin holds him close and squeezes him tightly. Friends by blood, brothers in soul.

Always and forever.

“I’ll tell her,” Jeno promises. “As soon as I see her again.”

Though that proves to be rather difficult when Jeno finds out how clumsy you are, and he keeps worrying about you walking into trouble. For example now, as you stumble right into the crowd full of vampires. He thinks he’s going to pass out.

Technically speaking, wolves aren’t allowed here. The only reason Jeno is let in is because they adore Jaemin. Everyone adores Jaemin. As long as Jeno stays out of trouble, everything should be fine. Sadly, you steer him right into it.

He should’ve seen it coming. The glass dropping to the ground makes him flinch, and he reaches to pick the broken glass up for you. If he wasn’t nervous before, he is now.

Blood drips down the shards you just cut yourself. “Oh my god,” he whispers, panic flooding his mind. He has to get you the hell out of here. Moving to pull you up, Jeno fails to stop a vampire from grabbing your hand.

This is Jeno’s daily reminder to never let you take him to a party again.

“Get the hell off of her,” he hisses at the stranger, and with a rather harsh tug, you’re at his side again. The dude growls, and on instinct, Jeno bares his canines at him. That is the single most stupid thing he could’ve done, and he hopes you haven’t seen it. He’s not gonna be able to explain it with all the alcohol that entered his system already. So he pulls you closer and hopes your sight is obscured from where he’s hidden you.

“What, is that your bitch?” The vampire snickers over his dog joke. Below you, Jeno starts fuming. Seconds later, the bloodsucker is on the ground clutching his broken nose as his own blood gushes out of it, and you shriek and cradle Jeno’s hand in your own. He doesn’t let you fuss over him, opting to pull you out of the mess this situation has turned into and heading straight out of the house.

He’s very lucky the vampires don’t come after him. Hopefully, they understood that the dude was in the fault for trying to turn his girlfriend into a midnight snack. Outside in an empty alley, you jut your lip out in a pout and try to stop the tears forming in your eyes. Jeno kisses you, hoping to calm you down, but you lean away.

“I’m sorry, that was my fault,” you whimper. The anguish in your voice makes his heart hurt. Why are you taking the blame? You didn’t know you were in the presence of vampires. You’re just human. Precious cargo. He needs to protect you.

And to tell you the truth.

But for now, he tugs you closer and leans his head on youre. “No baby, that was mine,” he sighs into your hair and breathes in deeply. Your scent always makes him calm down, satisfying the wolf inside of him. “Lets get you something to eat so you can sober up.”

Unbeknownst to him, you ponder over what you saw inside the club. If your eyes were betraying to you. You blame it on the alcohol, but something inside you keeps coming back to it.

All you say is “okay”.

❀ ❀ ❀

“If you keep hurting yourself like that,” Jeno grits his teeth, “I’m going to die from worry. And it’s going to be all your fault.”

Your boyfriend treats your hand as careful as possible. When Jeno is concentrated, he looks really cute, almost innocent. Entranced by the task at hand. You adore the way his features soften up as he takes in the information infront of him. Despite him threatening you with his early death, he is easily calmed down by you combing your hair with his fingers, tugging at the strands as he hums. “It’s not my fault I’m clumsy,” you defend yourself. “I got it from my mom. It’s a (l/n) women thing.”

“Let me have a talk with your mom, then.”

“Sure. Want me to introduce you as my boyfriend officially?”

The tips of Jeno’s ears turn red, and you giggle. He always plays the big bad wolf, but truth be told, he’s just as easy to fluster as you are. Within seconds, you’re seated on his lap, hand properly bandaged, while his own disappear onto your shirt and rest on your lower back. “Cold!” you hiss at him, but Jeno only smirks.

You live for moments like these. Being with him, feeling comfortable. The best kind of feeling is Jeno being affectionate, naturally. Because he wants to be. Normally, he’s on the receiving end of the clinginess. So when he switches positions like this, it makes butterflies erupt in your belly and your heart jump in your chest.

“I’d love to meet your parents,” he mumbles. Jeno’s voice is void of mockery, instead showing you how serious he is about this. Since day one, he has always treated you like a constant. Permanent in his life. You were both in for it forever. You’re glad you found something like that to love you. “I have to thank them for giving the world such a precious daughter. But I’d also like to talk about them how much you trip over invisible stuff, or get into trouble with some sorority girls that you let trample all over you and then I have to put them in their place...”

“Hey!” You pinch his cheeks. Jeno grins. “I’m not that bad.”

“You are the number one source of stress in my life right now, but I forgive you. You are the biggest source of happiness in my life aswell.”

If you were physically able to melt, you’d do it right now. Jeno accepts the many kisses you leave on his lips, grin evident on them when you gush about him. He likes being praised. He gives it back tenfold, too. After kissing him properly, you lean back and say: “You could meet them this friday, if you want.”

Jeno tenses below you.

You bite the inside of your cheek. That’s not how you thought he’d react. “Only if you want... Sorry, I thought...”

“Of course I want to, angel. I love you.” Jeno presses his lips against your cheeks. Your heart flutters. “But I have to study this weekend. I have so much homework to catch up on. Maybe next week?”

Sure. Next week.

❀ ❀ ❀

You’ve never been to Jeno’s house.

Many nights are spent with him sleeping over at yours, disappearing under the blankets as he holds you close to his strong body and leaves love marks all over. You know he lives with his friends, and they tend to be really chaotic. Jaemin for example is a familiar face, and you’ve briefly seen Mark and Renjun. Other than them, you don’t know much about the boys your boyfriend lives with, and you don’t mind sleeping over at your appartment instead of his. It’s normal to crave privacy, especially when you’re in a relationship and want the other person all to yourself.

But sometimes, you get a little sad when you sense the things he’s hiding. The stutters, directing the conversation elsewhere - telltale signs you know by heart. You know he doesn’t distrust you; you feel it in your heart, see it in his eyes when he locks gazes and tells you everything you ever ask for. Of course it’s normal to take time with some things, before you share them with others. You really just wish you could tell him it’s okay. That you understand.

Jeno would be too busy to go out, like he told you. So, like the good girlfriend you are, you got him some comfort food and are ready to cuddle the hell out of him.

That’s a good thing, right? Then why is it that Jaemin looks so panicked when he opens the door and recognizes you?

“(y/n),” he sputters out. “I, uhh, thought Jeno already told you? He’s pretty busy, all holed up in his room.. All the work, you know...”

“I know!” you say, and hope that your smile doesn’t look as unsure as it feels like. Did they not want you here? You thought you knew Jeno’s heart, but maybe that was just you calming yourself down. “I thought I could bring him some food and help. Is it alright if I come in?”

Something rumbles loudly. It sounds like furniture breaking, and Jaemin’s eyes widen. “What was that?” you ask, shocked. Out of instinct, you move to come in, but Jaemin steps in your way, firm hands holding you back. It crashes upstairs, and you raise your head. Not like you could see through the ceiling. What the hell is going on?

“(y/n), this is a really, really bad time,” he hisses. His gaze goes back and forth from the stairs to you, as if he’s pondering over something. “I need you to leave right now. I promise Jeno will explain soon-“

“How about now?” you shoot back, slipping past the boy and making your way upstairs before Jaemin can stop you. It’s a good thing you’re sneaky. Following the noise, you flee from Jaemin and the pleads he makes for you to come back down, that Jeno’s going to kill him...

You throw open the door to the source of all the noise.

The myths; you’ve heard about them. The man who fell in love with the moon, crying wolf as he turns in the shine of its’ light. All the fantasy stories your mother told you to lull you to sleep. The books, movies, shows. They’re all fiction. What’s going on in front of you is everything but. What you see is only confirmation of what you thought of in the club.

Jeno looks you straight in the eyes, but he doesn’t look like him. Wide, yellow eyes, sharpened fangs. He’s literally chained to the wall, pulling at them and struggling to get free. Jaemin stumbles inside, letting out an “uh, oh” at the sight that’s unfolding infront of you.

“What the hell is going on?” you whisper.

Your boyfriend tugs at the chains keeping him trapped in the corner of his room. All the crashing you heard was because Jeno threw over his nightstand and is currently working on ripping out the heater that was restricting him from leaving.

Are you dreaming?

“(y/n), I really, really need you to go.” Jaemin grabs your arms, urging you to leave, probably hoping you won’t actually run and never come again. He’s interrupted by a loud snarl, the sound of Jeno breaking free - the metal manacles around his wrists fall to the ground as he pushes Jaemin away and swoops you into his arms.

“Do not touch her!”

Jaemin looks at Jeno as if he‘s trying to calm down a wild animal. Maybe he is. Jeno’s claws are ripping at your shirt as he presses you against his chest, hiding you behind him; protecting you. You can feel the elongated nails at your waist, but never once do they cut you. His grip is tight, but not hurtful. “Jeno,” Jaemin carefully speaks. “Let go of her. You’re going to hurt her.”

“Stay away,” Jeno threatens. His voice is dripping of malice, so unused to the Jeno you love. Trembling in your hold, he shields you from his best friend’s sight. Does he think Jaemin is going to jump you? “Stay away from my mate.”

Mate.

The word seems familiar. Fitting. You look Jeno in the eyes, but his own are fixed on the other boy - wolf? - waiting for him to move away. It all starts making sense. The uneasiness of talking about his friends, avoiding you at full moons.

His mate.

Jaemin steps closer. Jeno growls and pushes you further behind him, making you squeak. The sound snaps Jeno out of his anger and he quickly turns around, citrine eyes turning back into the brown you love and adore. More teddybear than wolf. “Are you alright?” he asks, concerned. “Oh my god, I’m never going to forgive myself if I hurt you, did I cut you? Do you-“

“Jeno,” you interrupt him. “Shut up.”

His mouth snaps shut. Jaemin, in utter disbelief, lets his own drop open.

Jeno watches as you hold his hands to your face, and you’re glad the claws retract when you smile at him. No matter what, Jeno always thinks about you first. That’s why you fell in love with him. His caring nature towards you, the sense of being protected. Even now, he managed to forget his fury because he was so afraid of inflicting harm upon you. “I’m alright,” you finally say. Calmness washes over Jeno, and Jaemin breathes out in relief, stepping out of the room to give you two some privacy. “Oh my god,” your boyfriend repeats again, and then he finally leans down to embrace you and hide his face in your neck.

Maybe you’re insane. Any normal person would’ve left the second they sensed something was wrong with their significant other. But you’re not normal. You’re Jeno’s mate. You love him.

“You should’ve told me,” you whisper in his ear. He leaves kisses all over your throat, now finally at ease. Because you’re here, maybe? You’d like for that to be true.

“Sure. That would’ve ended pretty good. ‘Hey babe, I’m a supernatural being who loses control every once in a while. Totally normal.’”

“I’ve always wanted my own Jacob Black,” you reply to that. Jeno groans, but you only break out into laughter and pull him closer. You should feel scared, but instead it feels like you’re in the safest place on earth. “Seriously, Jeno. I love you. No matter who you are. Even though it was kinda scary to see you like this... But now I finally know why I miss you all the time. It was meant to be.”

“I’m glad you think that way,” Jeno mumbles, lips chasing yours. His kisses are soft, careful. Loving. If there’s one thing you can always be sure of, it’s Jeno’s love. “Because now is the perfect opportunity to get those manacles off of me so I can take you on the date you deserve. Without hiding anything.”

“You promise? Maybe I need another kiss to be absolutely sure you’re serious.”

There’s nothing else Jeno loves more than doing just that.

[moonlightjeno]

Hi Luna! 1, 9 n 22 with Jaems?

elo bub!! ty ty ty for requesting !! as I read the prompt I was like this is nana yes yes lol. hope you enjoy !! 

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: [1. roomate!au] + [9. childhood friends] + [22.  “did you hack into my hotspot?”]

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff just f l u f f

the day is hot and humid, and the a/c that blasts through the wall does nothing to stop you from sweating. jaemin accompanies you, sitting next to you on the coach as he inches closer and closer, wanting to cuddle even in the heat of summer.

“nana, leave me alone” you protest, arms pushing his larger frame away, to no avail. his pink fluffy hair swishes in front of his face and tickles your forehead slightly as he pulls you in closer, arms wrapped around your waist.

it’s moments like these, where the a/c is blasting through the room the loud buzzing noise a constant drone that manages to keep you slightly on edge, but once your best-friend wraps his arms around you and snuggles you in closer that you can calm down a little. Moments, where you wonder what would happen if you’re parents, had never forced little 10-year-old jaemin to walk over to your house. If you had never accepted the hug that nana had placed on you the moment he’d seen you. Wondered if instead of holding onto the affectionate and multi-versed boy that had been crying by the doorsteps of your house on a random winter day, you’d walk away and had headed into the tutor session you missed.

If... a word that could change the outcome of the way you live, but you were happy you didn’t have any “if’s” wandering around your hear. even if the body heat produced by jaemin as he continued to cuddle next to you, face buried in your back as you scroll through your phone.

a groan escapes your lips from frustration at the crappy wifi that jaemin set up in your shared apartment.  

“jaemin,” no answer except a small humm is what you get in response.

“nana” you say again, the nickname familiar from when you were younger.

“what?” the way he says what makes you chuckle, he sounds like an old lady something that is all too familiar in your daily talks with jaemin but they never fail to make you laugh,

“the wifi is down again” you complain, refreshing your feed over and over again. instead of getting a response jaemin just hugs you closer, as he continues to scroll through whatever he was looking through, a slight mock of your crappy wifi.

that is until a plan forms in your head, as you open the wifi tab in your phone the option for “nana” as a hotspot appears and you click on it, typing in the password that makes you both cringe and smile at the same time “not appreciated by jisung” get’s you into the wifi and your feed refreshes again, this time showing what was last uploaded.

“how to confess to a friend? is it the time?” you can almost feel every bone in your body go still as jaemin’s soft voice reads the headline, his head is no longer against your back but is above your shoulder and you turn around slightly a shy smile spreading on your face.

“ummm” are the only words, well noise you manage to make as jaemin continue to avert his eyes from the title on the screen of your phone and your eyes. they light up with amusement and joy, leaving you confused.

“well the answer to that is easy” jaemin is no longer looking at the phone, his eyes aren’t jumping from one side to the other and the world seems to slow down, “first. i like you” he says it as if it were casual. the confession sliding of his lips and at the same time making your heart flutter, and jump, making you feel warm and fuzzy. but a good warm, not the sticky warm that is caused by the hot summer day that was blistering into the room. the warm that make syou reach out and crash your lips against jaeming, smiles adorning both of your faces as you giggle, and you mutter the words “i like you too” another peck “and i stole your hotspot”

“you what?” you giggle, jaemin’s face is filled with amusement and confusion, the joy never leaving his eyes a love so strong that it seems that the world would crash down on him if you weren’t there to hold it up.

“you hack into my hotspot?” a small hum and you are attacked by tickles and hugs, kisses and affection that makes you squeal of joy.

and you thank the crappy wifi that is set up in your home for bringing the two of you two together.

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[sundove88]

1-A And The Beast (MHA Beauty And The Beast AU Fanfic) Chapter Five: Forging A Friendship

Inspired by the Gravity Falls Beauty And The Beast AU made by @artsycrapfromsai

At lunch that day, everyone sat down at the table to have some chowder, with the kids having their own personal sized bowls served to each of them by Gran Torino, with each bowl being designed with the personal signature of each kid. “Thanks, Gran Torino.” Izuku said as his piping hot bowl came to him, with Nana Shimura lying down next to the soup spoon.

 “This is gonna be so delicious!” Sato cried, as he took his spoon and started to eat up. Just then, they heard a gobbling noise that sounded like a turkey. It was All Might, slopping up the food like a pig. 

“Whoa! Calm down, buddy...” Mashirao said as he tried to concentrate on his food. Eri pushed a little spoon to All Might, who attempted to do as he was shown by Iida. 

“That’s better.” Bakugo said as All Might spooned the chowder into his mouth. Soon, everyone had finished their chowder, and one thought rang in their heads: To go outside and play!

As they headed out into the garden, Momo saw a tiny little bird and its friends foraging for food in the snow, looking for any worms that had come to the surface. “Are you hungry, little guy?” Koda asked, as he held out a pile of birdseed for the little feathered blob. 

The bird immediately went to Koda and ate from the pile. “Why don’t you try it?” Todoroki said as he scooped birdseed into All Might’s paws. The bird valiantly hopped towards the beast, with many of its friends landing on him as well. Melissa, on the other hand, had seen it as well.

 “Look at them go!” she said as the little birds crowded around All Might, landing on him like a tree despite his massive size and beastly appearance. “Aww. They like him!” Kirishima said as the birds ate seed, then flew away after they had their fill. “That was sooo cute!” Mina said as the birds flew back into the trees.

 “Whatcha think, Nana?” Izuku asked the enchanted book. Things seem going well! It’ll only be a matter of time before we’re human again. She wrote down. “You hear that? The curse is nearly gone!” Tsuyu said as she threw a snowball at All Might. “You’re on!” All Might said as he conjured up some snowballs.

Shoji immediately threw as many snowballs as he could, while Uraraka made a hailstorm out of light and fluffy snow. “Help!” said a voice inside the huge snowball All Might had made. It was Mineta.

 “Don’t worry! I’ll get you out!” All Might said as he threw the snowball up high... only for it to land on his head. Everyone guffawed with laughter at the sight of Mineta on their friend’s head.

Later, everyone was in front of the fireplace, reading a story being told to them by Nana Shimura. The enchanted objects watched the friends and All Might hopefully. If they could truly accept him as the fatherly figure he was, the spell would truly be broken, and everyone would instantly be human once more. 

“I hope they make it happen.” Eri said, her eyes sparkling. A wee bit later, the servants were helping All Might get ready for a dance in the ballroom. “Tonight’s the night, buddy!” Present Mic said in a jovial voice. “Not sure if I can do this...” All Might said. 

“Toshinori, there’s no time to be a scaredy cat! You care for those kids, don’t you?” Mr. Aizawa said. “More than, like, anything!” All Might replied, shaking water off himself. “Well, then tell them! You’ve gotta do it!” Best Jeanist exclaimed. “I can absolutely do it!” All Might said as he got dressed for the dance.

A few moments later, everyone was dressed in their very best, and made their way to the dance floor.  “Come on, buddy. We’re gonna teach you how to dance the right way.” Aoyama said as Izuku took All Might by the hand and led him down to the dance floor. “Hit it!” Denki and Jiro requested Present Mic as he, along with Mr. Aizawa and Midnight, turned on the speakers and the DJ booth.

Soon, classical music filled the room, and everyone was dancing with All Might, with Melissa leading them by teaching All Might and the others the dance steps she had been taught thanks to her father. “This is fun!” Hakagure said as she swept across the gilded floors like a swan. 

Afterwards, the kids all went to the balcony to enjoy the view. “You kids happy here?” All Might asked. “Yeah!” Uraraka said. “But if only we could see my mom again, only for a moment... I miss her a lot.” Izuku said, looking towards the village in the distance. I can show you where your mom is. Nana Shimura wrote down. 

“Really?! You can?!” Bakugo said. Of course. Nana Shimura wrote down in her ivory pages. “Show us Mrs. Midoriya!” Uraraka requested Nana. In a flash of light, Nana showed the kids a very weak Inko, who was struggling through the snow. 

“Oh no... mom!” Izuku cried, seeing his mom attempting to stand up. “You’ve gotta go to her.” All Might said. “Okay- but what’s gonna happen to you?” Todoroki asked, concerned for their friend’s health. “Take Nana with you, so you kids will always have a way to look back... and always remember me.” All Might said with a somber tone.

 “Well, then, thank you for all that you’ve done.” Momo said as she and the others went to change. Once they had changed, 1-A left the castle on Majesty together, with All Might letting out a heartbroken roar. “So, how’s it going?” Mr. Aizawa asked All Might.

 “I released them.” All Might replied. “WHAT?!” the enchanted objects said. “But we were so darn close!” Present Mic said. “So why did you do it?!” Mr. Aizawa said, confused. All Might replied with: “Because... I love them.”

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

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[izukusensei]

Double Edged Sword (part 1)

Todoroki is a visitor from a neighboring clan, a welcomed guest in Lord Yagi’s home. Bakugou is assigned as his escort, meant to not only chaperone, but to acclimate him to the ways of the Yuuei Clan. When Bakugou finds Todoroki stealing a treasured possession from Lord Yagi, his task becomes more difficult than he anticipated.

author: izukusensei pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto word count: 3000+ tags: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon AU, fighting, some adult content

“The sword of destiny has two edges. You are one of them.” x Andrzej Sapkowski 

Legend says that the Sword of Destiny will grant victory to any person who wields it. Its master will be able to turn the tide of battle… of war… of history. In the martial world, where clans have been vying for control for hundreds of years, this power is precious… priceless. 

But only the most worthy may wield the sword, as the legend goes. So, it has been passed down from hand to carefully chosen hand, from mentor to carefully chosen student, since its creation so long ago. The Sword of Destiny now belongs to Midoriya Izuku of the Yuuei clan, however left in the care of Toshinori Yagi - Midoriya’s mentor and the sword’s former master - who has promised to keep it safe while the young man completes his training.  

But it’s a dangerous time to be charged with such a task, to protect an object that holds so much power. The sword’s seventh master, Shimura Nana, has been killed in battle, Lord Yagi has been severely injured while avenging her death, and Midoriya has left Yuuei territory to complete his training, opening up a power vacuum in the martial world. 

Now, the Sword of Destiny lies waiting, ready for its new master to claim it. 

“If you come quietly, you may be shown mercy.”

“If I don’t come at all,” Todoroki replies, “then I have no need for mercy.”

Bakugou watches as Todoroki turns around to face him, the sword he has come to claim now to his back, still resting undisturbed on its pedestal. The room is dark all but for the full moon shining through the open windows, its light illuminating the sword’s wooden sheath and eclipsing Todoroki in its umbra, cloaking him in shadow. 

Neither man draws his weapon, though both are well aware that the other is armed. Bakugou is never without his sword attached securely to his hip and rarely is Todoroki seen without the twin blades upon his back.

But with any luck, they won’t come to blows. Not with steel, at least. Bakugou has never been one to back down from a fight, but that’s not how he wants this to end. Not with him and Todoroki. But Todoroki has gone this far, betrayed Lord Yagi’s trust and lied to Bakugou in more ways than one, so Bakugou knows that the other man won’t turn back now, no matter the outcome. 

“Lord Yagi invites you into his home,” Bakugou growls, “and this is the gratitude you repay him with?!”

Todoroki shouldn’t even be here, shouldn’t have ever been welcomed into Yuuei territory as he was. As Lord Todoroki Enji’s only son, he’s the next in line to lead the Doryoku once his father cannot, the heir to a clan of murderers and raiders and thieves.

They’ve been terrorizing the border between the Yuuei clan and themselves for years now and Lord Yagi thought that a little good faith could change that. He and Lord Todoroki were brothers in arms once, so long ago. They fought together and lived together as comrades before Lord Todoroki decided that he wanted more than the humble life of a Yuuei warrior.

He went rogue, started his own clan – the Doryoku – taking in outcasts, criminals, and those not fit to lead a proper warrior lifestyle. The clan grew quickly and throughout the years, Lord Todoroki has made a name for himself as one of the most feared and formidable men in the martial world. 

So, when a message was sent to Lord Yagi, requesting that he take in Todoroki Enji’s only son as his ward, an offering to express his sympathies over Shimura Nana’s death and to build a bridge between the two clans, Yagi accepted with little hesitation. The younger Todoroki was sent under the guise of peace, but Bakugou now knows better. It was a ruse, all of it. And Bakugou fell for it, completely. 

Bakugou hasn’t been part of the Yuuei clan for more than a few years now, but he was quick to gain Yagi’s trust and the favor of Yagi’s student and successor, Midoriya Izuku. With Midoriya gone to train with Sorahiko Torino, Lord Yagi had assigned Bakugou as Todoroki’s chaperone, to see to his needs and acclimate him to the Yuuei clan’s ways of life. 

The two of them grew close, closer than Bakugou should’ve allowed. Bakugou feels his mistake like a knife through the heart, one which will leave a scar that he knows will never fade. 

“All I need to do is raise the alarm,” Bakugou continues, trying to coax some kind of reaction out of the other man. Anything to combat this cold silence that’s surrounding them. 

When Todoroki doesn’t answer, Bakugou begins to move, taking a few small steps to his left. Not fast enough to startle the other man into a fight, but enough that Todoroki has to follow him, pivoting his body where he stands. 

As Todoroki turns, the light from the moon begins to illuminate the porcelain skin of his face, leaving the other side in shadow. Bakugou takes in the shape of the man’s rounded cheek, the silhouette of a chiseled jawline, the soft white of his pinned-up hair that seems to shimmer beneath the pale glow of the moon.

Bakugou, at one time, would picture strands of his own flaxen hair intertwined in a braid with Todoroki’s long tresses. Bakugou’s shorter hair would bear Todoroki’s mark, as well – white and red woven into blonde. This is the Yuuei clan’s symbol of lovers parted, because Bakugou knew that the day would come when Todoroki would have to go back to the Doryoku. But he never thought it would be so soon, and surely not under these conditions. 

“I’ll bring this whole damn house down around you!” Bakugou snarls. “Is that what you want, Todoroki?!”

They’re facing each other, the Sword of Destiny now to Bakugou’s left, Todoroki’s right. Bakugou’s chest feels heavy, heaving even with so little exertion. He feels his fingertips begin to itch, his body become restless. He feels wild, out of control, so different from Todoroki’s cold composure. 

Todoroki breaks eye contact with Bakugou and looks out toward the window, up toward the moon. The wind wafts in, sending wisps of white and red hair billowing across his face. “You would have done it already, if you were going to,” he replies, seemingly unphased by Bakugou’s coming undone.

“This will be a declaration of war!” Bakugou says, almost pleading, needing Todoroki’s attention on him once more. “Shouto…”

Todoroki does look back at Bakugou then, with an expression that the other man can only describe as regretful. “You don’t understand,” he replies before he takes a breath and steels himself, hardening his face like a mask. He takes a step back on one foot, bracing himself for the fight to come. “I can’t leave without the sword.”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffs, getting into position himself. “Then you’re not leaving at all.”

Bakugou is the one with everything to lose, and he knows it. If Todoroki closes the distance between the sword and himself before Bakugou can get to him, then they will both be lost, Todoroki being quicker and more swift than Bakugou will ever be. And even if a chase does ensue, Bakugou will surely be led into Doryoku territory, which would no doubt be a deadly mistake on his part. 

So Bakugou attacks first, fists aiming at debilitating points in an attempt to end the fight fast. Nose. Temple. Kidneys. Todoroki evades all three. He counters with strikes of his own - jaw, chest, kick to the knee - which Bakugou blocks instead of dodges.

Todoroki is quick, slender, and lithe, his training obviously emphasizing grace, agility, and speed. He’s strong, but nowhere near as strong as Bakugou, who has grown powerful from years of wielding his heavy sword. In turn, Bakugou’s technique is blunt, brutal force. Slower than Todoroki, but more destructive. 

They’re true opposites of each other. Two sides of a perfectly balanced sword.

They lunge and parry. Punch, kick, and strike. With every step, Bakugou moves himself between Todoroki and the weapon he has come to claim, forcing his opponent to retreat further into the room with each charge.

Bakugou attacks with a signature move - Dragon of the Rising Dawn. Todoroki counterattacks with Winter Lotus. Back and forth, never wavering. Fanned Flame and then Frozen Tempest. Smoking Fire Flower and then…

Todoroki’s kick connects. Bakugou barely sees the man’s foot leave the ground before his neck is wrenched backward by the force of the blow to his face. He stumbles back in shock, spitting at the acrid taste filling his mouth. 

They’ve sparred over the months that Todoroki has been in Yuuei. Bakugou thought he knew how Todoroki’s body moved almost by rote now, the angle of his punches, the speed in which he can strike. He thought he knew, but as Bakugou has quickly learned, Todoroki has been hiding yet another piece of himself. Bakugou doesn't know this move. Has never seen this style. Todoroki knew - he knew he would have to use it some day.

Bakugou can’t linger on the betrayal. This fight isn’t over yet. Bakugou charges.

It’s quiet in Lord Yagi’s armory. The room is silent save for the sound of flesh on flesh when someone connects or blocks a hit, their heavy breathing, the shuffling of feet. Despite his threats, Bakugou has wanted to keep this discreet as possible, to convince Todoroki to give up and turn himself in, or to even leave and go back to the Doryoku. But Bakugou is caught off guard by Todoroki’s sudden change of style, the skills and techniques he has never before seen from the man. He knows that Todoroki will win this if he keeps fighting him hand-to-hand. 

The sound of metal against metal will surely draw a passing guard, if not rouse the household, but Bakugou pulls his sword from its scabbard anyway, whip-quick and poised toward Todoroki. 

“I’ll let you leave,” Bakugou says in an uncharacteristic display of kindness. “Just forget about the sword and go home.”

Todoroki shakes his head, eyes somber, as he reaches up and behind his back. He pulls his twin swords from their scabbards, not quick like Bakugou, but slow and steady and practiced. He’s opening himself up for an attack, and at this distance, with his speed, Bakugou could end it all now, could land the final blow to ensure the safety of the sword and the Yuuei clan’s position in the martial world.

But he doesn’t. He waits. It’s the Yuuei way to ensure that fights are fair and honorable, and even with so much to lose, Bakugou would never turn his back on the principals Lord Yagi and the Yuuei clan have instilled in him. 

And even if that wasn’t so, this is still Shouto…

They’re both without any armor. Bakugou supposes that Todoroki left his behind in favor of being silent and stealthy. Bakugou, for his part, only left his bed because Todoroki was yet to join him. He meant only to seek him out, not knowing that he would be bearing witness to that very man’s treachery.

Not knowing that not having his armor would be the difference between peace and war in the martial world. 

This is dangerous. Both men are deadly. Bakugou’s sword is large and heavy, and spans more distance than Todoroki’s shorter, thinner swords. But Todoroki’s weapons are light and swift, able to slice through the air with little effort. 

Like the ringing of a bell, sound echoes through the armory as weapons clash. Bakugou lets loose a barrage of blows, hacking-hacking-hacking away at Todoroki’s smaller swords and waning energy. The repeated impact becomes too much for him, and his sword is knocked from his left hand, leaving him with only half his defense, but double the strength to wield it.

Todoroki raises his sword with both hands, ready to deliver what will no doubt be a mighty blow. Bakugou raises his own sword to block it but is met with a kick to his unprotected stomach, knocking the wind out of him and making him stagger back in pain and surprise. Before he can reorient himself, Todoroki’s blade slices through the space between them and lands flush against Bakugou’s throat.

The blow would have killed him, should have. The speed and strength behind the strike would have been enough to cut through half of Bakugou’s neck, but Todoroki stopped just in time. He does put more pressure against Bakugou’s throat though, taking a step forward and forcing the other man back. Bakugou hits the wall, and with nowhere else to go he flattens himself against the unyielding stone. 

Todoroki’s eyes are hard and unmoving from Bakugou’s own, his hand ever-steady, but Bakugou sees the tick in his jaw before it tenses, sees the hesitation. Todoroki could still kill him. A quick slide of the sword at the right spot and Bakugou will bleed out in less than a minute.  

“Don’t show me mercy, you little shit,” Bakugou hisses, pressing the flesh of his throat further into the blade. “I wouldn’t do the same for you.”

Todoroki’s brows furrow, lips narrow. This close, Bakugou doesn’t know whether to look at his grey eye or the blue, they have both always captivated him with equal measure. But he makes sure not to look away, because his words aren’t just provoking - they’re prophetic. If Todoroki lets him live, he can be sure that their next fight won’t end so graciously.

“Drop your weapon, Katsuki.”

The hilt of Bakugou’s weapon is still clutched tight in his hand - his arm extended outward at his side, the tip of the sword almost touching the floor. His fingers clench around it and Bakugou is ready to defy him, but Todoroki’s blade cuts into his throat, shallow, but the sword is sharp and he can feel the rivulets of blood creeping down his neck. 

“Drop it,” Todoroki tells him again. 

He does then, drops his sword to the ground with a metallic clang. Without lowering his gaze from Bakugou’s eyes, Todoroki places his foot on the hilt and kicks it away, sending it skittering across the ancient tile floor and far enough away that Bakugou wouldn’t have time to retrieve it if Todoroki decided to make an escape. 

It takes a moment after, but Todoroki removes the blade from Bakugou’s throat, rolls his wrist around and back to sheathe the sword effortlessly over his shoulder. Its partner is still missing, lost somewhere in the darkness of the armory, but Bakugou will be damned if he lets Todoroki leave with it. 

Once the sword is put away, Bakugou relaxes, but not by much. He drew his weapon because Todoroki was beating him hand-to-hand, and he won’t make the mistake of thinking Todoroki’s fists aren’t as deadly as his swords. 

He can finally breathe, though, drawing in a shuddering breath. But to a man as apprehensive as Todoroki is at this moment, even that is taken as a threat. Before the exhale, Todoroki’s hand is on Bakugou’s throat, keeping him still and flush against the wall. The salty sweat of his palm is seeping into Bakugou’s cut, making it sting, smearing the blood on his skin.

They’re close. Pressed up against each other, Bakugou can feel the harsh ebb and flow of Todoroki’s chest as he breathes, the heat of his body through layers of fabric. He can feel Todoroki’s rapid heartbeat against his own chest. Still, Bakugou doesn’t move. 

Todoroki leans forward and presses his forehead against Bakugou’s. He slides his hand up from Bakugou’s throat to cup his cheek in a rough palm, thumb rubbing against the man’s bottom lip. He closes his eyes and breathes, and then Bakugou feels him retreating, the space between their bodies growing. 

Bakugou grabs him by the front of his shirt before he can get too far and pulls him forward, pressing his mouth against the other man’s in a hard kiss. Todoroki gasps, caught off guard, but quickly recovers. His lips begin to move against Bakugou’s with little hesitation, a practiced familiarity laced into every movement. 

For Bakugou, the kiss is more desperate than anything. Inelegant. But Bakugou doesn’t care about it feeling good. He just wants Todoroki to feel something. And he must, because his hands move to Bakugou’s hair, gripping the strands tight in his fist, as he deepens the kiss. 

Bakugou keeps his hands clenched in the front of the man’s shirt, holding him closely, confident enough now to touch his tongue to Todoroki’s lips. When Todoroki returns in kind, Bakugou makes a sound - small and pitiful - miserable enough to startle him.

“Katsuki --”

He moves to take Todoroki’s jaw in his palms, brings him forward again and doesn’t let him go. He bites the man’s lips, his chin, his throat. Todoroki, barely taller, pulls Bakugou’s hair to tilt his head back, sucks a bruise into the side of his neck as he slots a thigh between Bakugou’s legs.

Bakugou squeezes his eyes shut, clenches his jaw to keep from calling out. He arches his back, presses his shoulder blades against the wall to tilt his hips forward and put more pressure on Todoroki’s thigh. 

Todoroki grinds against him for good measure, and only moves away to get his fingers on the ties of Bakugou’s pants and slide them down his legs. When they’re out of his way, Todoroki grabs Bakugou by his bare hips, fingernails digging into the warm and sweat-slick skin. He closes the distance again, molding himself against Bakugou’s half-nude body. 

“Shouto –” Bakugou breathes, and he’s shaking his head, willing him to stay after all of this. He would forget about this night, if Todoroki would turn back, if he would forget about the sword. They could pretend like it was just a bad dream and awake the next morning in a world where Todoroki didn’t betray him and his entire clan. They could – 

“WHO’S IN THERE?”

A voice outside the armory startles them both, and Todoroki jumps back before Bakugou has the chance to grab him. Bakugou moves forward to stop the other man’s retreat but is caught up in the pants wrapped up around his ankles. He stumbles and falters, giving Todoroki enough time to claim the Sword of Destiny and disappear into the night.

x picture credit: ig @shirogane_sama x

[myheroexchange]

So if I'm reading this correctly you can ONLY create stuff involving pro heroes/our leads as pros? Or is that the only acceptable AU and canon is also fine?

Hello 👋🏼 Thank you for the interest!

Here are the accepted works for this exchange:

Current pro heroes in canon — can be the MC and portrayed as pro heroes, or pro heroes heading towards retirement. Otherwise, must be a side character (along with another pro-hero MC) if portrayed purely as retired. Examples: Mirko as the MC, Nana Shimura and Gran Torino during their pro-hero days, etc

Students in canon — can be portrayed as the MC but in a pro-hero capacity/role. Examples: already graduated Tamaki, aged up Midoriya, etc

Villains in canon — can be the MC if portrayed as pro-hero (AU or canon divergent), otherwise must be a side character along with another pro-hero MC Examples: DabiHawks, a reformed Gentle, etc.

Other characters — can be the MC if portrayed as pro-hero (AU). Examples: Aged up Eri, Tsukauchi with powers, etc

The above are guidelines on what you can request for your gift, and you can request for a pairing, or several characters (non-paired).

Hope this clarifies. If not please feel free to send another ask or DM 😊

[princeasimdiya12]

-From tornrose24

I see that there have already been numerous Hercules AUs for My Hero Academia (including ones where Bakugo or the angry blonde one is Meg… which is hilarious). And the more I look into My Hero Academia, the more I could see All Might in the titular role as well because there seems to be handfuls of parallels that could work.

I am fond of the idea of it being a Toshinko AU, but one where Inko still has Izuku as her son. And the role of Meg could be split between them and go either way–either have Inko be in servitude to the Hades equivalent and she tries not to tell her son, or have Izuku be the one forced into servitude either to keep his mom safe or he was tricked into  thinking he’d get a quirk as a child.

And the big temptation for me would be if the big rescue in the climax was out of romantic love for Inko or familial love for Izuku. Because both ways go so well, but a part of me leans toward the latter.

@tornrose24

It has been a pretty popular AU to explore in the fandom. Especially with how blatant the hero themes are. (Bakugou is definitely a hilarious and interesting choice for Megara. I personally wouldn’t have thought of it but it definitely works. Especially with Kirishima, the red headed manly one, as his Hercules). I often imagined Izuku as the role of Herc because of his personal struggles with fitting in and being blessed with divine power. (I think I have a few fanart requests that are based on that.) But having All Might as the lead role would be fun to explore!

So in this case, his mentor and past Number One Hero Nana would take on the role of Zeus. She initially created/gave birth to Toshinori so that he may take up the mantle of the God of Heroes. But everything changed when All For One, the Hades of this universe, decided to steal away the young infant to inspire despair among Olympus and to continue his plans to conquer it. So Toshi ends up abandoned in the mortal world but is taken in by Gran Torino, a short satyr who has a long history of training professional heroes. He witnessed the baby fend themselves against a strange monster and realized that they may be a being from Olympus itself. So for years, Toshi ended up in his care and learned how to perfect his strange powers while struggling to be accepted by the mortal world.

I like those ideas for Inko and Izuku; they could definitely split the role of being forced into servitude by All For One. In this AU, Izuku is still bullied by his peers and it’s gotten to the point where he’s been physically injured. Despite this, he still wishes to be a hero who is strong enough to protect others. Inko is touched by his wish but is saddened by his current state. So when a mysterious man comes by offering to grant her boy miraculous power in exchange for her services, Inko puts her fears aside and accepts his deal with the devil in the hopes of making her son’s dreams come true. 

And indeed they do. 

All For One transfers some of his power onto Izuku: giving him super strength, agility and lightning powers. Izuku becomes something of a local hero as everyone now adores him for his heroic feats. Little does he know that his mother now is under servitude to AFO and is frequently sent on dangerous missions alongside his cronies to recruit more monsters and villains for his upcoming takeover. And the cronies make it clear that if Inko is unwilling to follow through with their boss’s orders, then he’ll gladly have her son take her place instead. All of which is very terrifying and stressful for the poor woman.

I like using the familial love route for this story, it’s more creative. So in this case, Izuku would sacrifice himself to protect his mother and the depowered All Might which results in him obtaining deathly injuries. This results in AM regaining his powers and turning the tide on the fight while his mother stays to tend to her son while apologizing for getting them involved in this.

As a bonus, the girls from 1-A would be the muses and would frequently appear throughout the story to help the heroes and to push their ship into coming true.

You’re thoughts?

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Jake and Lexa bonding is great. But please please please give us when Abby finally accepts her.

Original ficlet for the Affair AU can be found HERE.

All headcanons can be found HERE.

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Lexa slowly made her over to the park bench where she knew Abby would be waiting for her. With Clarke back at work, she sometimes leaned on her girlfriend to give a helping hand with Madi—Lexa never minded. In fact, she enjoyed spending the odd hours helping Madi practice her sports and doing her homework. The only thing Lexa dreaded about some of these weekend duties was having to sometimes pick Madi up from Abby.

“Morning, Dr. Griffin,” Lexa let out as she approached the bench.

Abby was seated with a clear view of Madi on the playground. The young girl had grown headstrong about mastering the monkey bars, something about her wanting to join American Ninja Warriors Juniors.

Abby turned slowly and nodded in Lexa’s direction, before bringing her gaze back towards her granddaughter. Lexa took a seat next to the woman, not sure what to converse with her about—usually, these handoffs were quick. Madi would be ready to go, sometimes, if she was lucky, Jake would even be there.

“How was she last night?” Lexa asked, trying to break the awkward silence between the two.

Abby directed her head to the brunette next to her, “She was good. She asked us to read her a chapter of Harry Potter before bed, but we didn’t have a copy at the house. She wasn’t very entertained with the options we had, but she was fine other than that.”

Lexa kicked herself, she had forgotten to remind Clarke to put the book in the young girl’s sleepover bag.

“I can grab extra copies of all the books to keep at your place for her sleepover nights with you guys,” Lexa offered.

Abby forced herself to give the woman a soft smile, “That’s generous of you, Lexa, but Jake and I can do that. At least we know for next time.”

Lexa nodded in response before letting her eyes wander the playground. Madi was, of course, on the monkeybars. The girl was swinging swiftly from bar to bar, rushing to get to the end, only so she could start again, “Has she been up there for a while?”

“Only the last hour or so,” Abby laughed, “I’m not sure how she’s not worn out yet.”

“Determination runs in your family, Dr. Griffin. She’s got her mind set on being the next American Ninja Warrior,” Lexa smiled, “Clarke’s been telling her that practice makes perfect, so she’s been practicing as often as she can.”

Abby turned to face Lexa, “I’m not sure if it’s determination, or the fact that my daughter likes to live in a dream world. Either way, at least it’s getting Madi out of the house and getting some outside playtime.”

Lexa could feel the tension, but she wanted to make sure to defend her girlfriend’s mothering of the young girl, “She just wants Madi to be happy doing what she loves. She does basketball in the Spring and soccer in the Fall, too—the girl is always running around and getting some exercise.”

“I suppose you’re ri-”

The conversation was interrupted by a scream, followed by incessant crying. Both women immediately jerked their heads to the playground, where they saw Madi laying beneath the monkey bars, clenching her knee to her chest.

“Shit,” Lexa spat out as she sprinted towards the playground, following Abby only two steps behind.

Abby made it to Madi first, reaching her arms down to see if any serious damage had been done, “Sweetie, are you okay? Show me where it hurts.”

Madi looked up and saw Lexa also reaching down for her. Instinctively, the young girl leapt into the brunette’s arms, “Lexa, it hurts,” she managed to get out between sobs.

Lexa looked down at the girl in her arms, before shooting Abby an apologetic glance, “Hi there, little one. What happened?”

“I fell,” the girl cried.

“I see that,” Lexa smiled, “Can you tell me and your Nana where it hurts?”

“Here,” Madi pointed to a bloody knee, which had gotten all over Lexa’s white shirt and khaki pants.

Lexa looked down and nodded, “Can you let Nana hold you for a minute so I can run to my car to get the first aid kit?”

Madi nodded, “Okay, Lexa.”

“I’ll be right back, little one,” Lexa said, kissing the girl on the top of her head before handing her to Abby.

Abby and Madi watched as Lexa sprinted back to the parking lot to retrieve whatever this first aid kit consisted of. Within a minute, she was already hastily running back towards the pair.

Abby had brought Madi to the bench that her and the other woman were occupying, “It looks like a bad scrape,” she said as Lexa neared them.

“Madi,” Lexa smiled, getting the girl’s attention, “at least you get to use the bandaids you picked out.”

The small girl stopped crying immediately, “Can I have a Slytherin one?”

“You can have whichever one you want, but I have to clean your cut first and it might sting a little. Squeeze my arm if it starts to hurt, okay? It will help make you feel better before we can get the bandaid on,” Lexa offered.

Abby took a step back, watching the woman with her granddaughter and realizing how close the two actually were. It wasn’t until Lexa mentioned the bandaids to Madi that she understood the first aid kit in her car was for Madi—for situations just like this. Her eyes never left the pair, Madi was now bandaged up and Lexa was kissing the Slytherin bandaid at Madi’s request to “Make it feel better.”

“Okay, little one. Do you want to try the monkey bars again, or do you want to go get a treat. Maybe if Nana isn’t busy, she’d like to come with us,” Lexa offered.

“Maybe we can just go home and you can read to me because I want to know what happens in our book again,” Madi started, before a look of panic came over her face, “Lexa, wait. Did you read more without me? You haven’t tucked me in in four sleeps,” the girl let out.

“Hey,” Lexa smiled, taking her finger underneath the small girl’s chin and pulling up so their eyes would meet, “Of course I haven’t. I only read those books with you, little one. We can go back to your house now if that’s what you want to do, okay?”

“Okay, can we go now, please?” Madi asked, now tugging at Lexa’s hand.

Lexa nodded, “Okay, little one. Can you give your Nana a big hug and kiss?”

The girl did as she was told, and the three made their way to the parking lot. Lexa secured Madi in the booster seat she had in the back of her car—Abby took notice and wondered if it was something that had found a permanent home in the brunette’s backseat.

Lexa closed Madi’s door and started the car to get an airflow going before she turned to Abby, “It was nice seeing you, Dr. Griffin. I’ll let you know when we’re back to Clarke’s if you’d like.”

“That would be nice,” Abby smiled, “you’re very good with her, you know.”

Lexa nodded, “I love her a lot,” she responded, then worry immediately flushed over her face, “I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take anyone’s place. I know she already has two parents that love her very much. I just,” she paused, “I love her too and just want to make sure she’s happy, safe, and healthy.”

“Lexa,” Abby smiled, “Some kids only grow up with one parent, some with two. I’m happy to see that my granddaughter has three people that care for her so intently. I’m not sure what you and Clarke have talked about, and what Clarke and Finn have discussed, but Madi is lucky to also have you looking out for her.”

“That means a lot coming from you, Dr. Griffin,” Lexa noted with a soft smile on her face.

Abby nodded, thoughtful of how her words affected the other woman, “Get home safely, Lexa.”